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Most of the tables were for those who smoked only and drank wine, but there were a few spread with tablecloths and laid for dinner. About this time,—namely, in November, 1703— while young Trenchard was in Lancashire, and his sister in London, on a visit, he received a certain communication from his confidential servant, Davies, which, at once, destroyed his hopes. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. To-night the subtle suggestiveness of those few daring lines, fascinating in their very simplicity, the head thrown back, the half-closed eyes—the inner meaning of the great artist seemed to come to him with a rush.
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