” Ann Veronica had remained standing while her aunt spoke. The young fellow was almost as odd in his way as the girl was in hers. This was the first young man who had drawn from her something more than speculative interest. “What is a ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. He could scarcely blame her. She used to play violin, you know. Other girls gathered around like sheep. . Lucy paced outside of the stone bricked room until her mother began to scream. But not once in these ten years had they borne blossom or fruit. 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.
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