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. "I will live," cried Blueskin, with a look of the deadliest hatred at Wild, "to be revenged on you. ‘But, Gérard—’ ‘Don’t start arguing,’ he said in a tone that brooked no defiance. "I see you don't know him as well as you pretend. He turned the water off and handed her a towel. ‘Oh, mon dieu.
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