But her husband, whose deportment to her was considerably changed since the fatal knot had been tied, paid no attention whatever to her grief. Even the abstract paintings on the wall were gray. “I’m d——d if I understand this,” he said thoughtfully. E. ‘It—it is—nothing,’ she uttered jerkily. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. " "Perhaps that was it.
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