" And, with a few magical touches, he stamped the fleeting expression on the canvass. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. Lord, what a state I was in! Night after night I sat there, I watched her come in, I watched her go. "My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection—for he was a capital mimic,—the tones of Quilt Arnold. “We don’t let to ladies,” they said. For a time it really seemed all-sufficient to her that she should love. You’re going to live under the cat’s foot. Taking the wind was her business in life. Somewhere she had read that it was the proper thing to do and that men liked to be alone with their tobacco.
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