" On a shelf was placed a row of paint-jars; the contents of which had been daubed in rainbow streaks upon the adjacent closet and window sill. She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. When he awoke it was late in the day, and raining heavily. She let go of him and stood up, straightening herself. “But Sir John?” he exclaimed. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. “Mr.
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