“Gracious!” she exclaimed to herself. She could read that Martin had a crush on her and was perhaps even going to try and challenge John as he was the bold sort. "Why, first," rejoined Austin, "there's Sir James Thornhill, historical painter to his Majesty, and the greatest artist of the day. ‘But it is not on the horse at all, Jacques. Who could guarantee a safer existence outside Florence? That Sebastian seemed to have a weird immunity to the Pestilence was a trait that went unquestioned, unanswered. 'Whoso giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord;' that's my comfort. There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it.
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