She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. He was accompanied by a young man of about seven-and-twenty, who carried his easel, set it in its place, laid the canvass upon it, opened the paint box, took out the brushes and palette, and, in short, paid him the most assiduous attention. But she had loved the man. You’re never going to believe this, by the way. " "I'm no reader of riddles," said Jonathan. “The very question shows your ignorance,” he declared. “Dare!” she said. It was really very jolly to talk to a man in this way—who saw the woman in her and did not treat her as a child. Yesterday!—who cared? To-morrow!—who knew? "Porpoise," she said, touching his hand.
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