Paris, always beautiful even in the darkness, glittered away to the horizon. They were now in a sort of cellar, at one end of which was a door. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. "Ah!" he exclaimed, as the painting was turned towards him. “He writes very well,” said Ann Veronica. Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father.
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