"Why, first," rejoined Austin, "there's Sir James Thornhill, historical painter to his Majesty, and the greatest artist of the day. She began to weep in long, aching sobs. Groping their way through one or two dark and mouldy-smelling vaults, the party ascended a flight of steps, which brought them to the hall. I call myself a man of the world, a man of many experiences, but I never knew what love meant—until I met your sister.
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