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On their left the river, with its gloomy pile of buildings on the opposite side, and a huge revolving advertisement throwing its strange reflection upon the black water. “I believe that he would bore me. ” “I don’t believe it,” he answered hoarsely. "Excuse me," he said, plunging his fork into a fowl, and transferring it to his plate. “Tell him that he is mad. “I have spoken too many truths to-night. “My heart, my dove, I only want to heal you. Lord knew why he had any interest in an impertinent girl who would certainly have spit him with that dagger! He reached into his pocket and brought it out, examining it in the increasing light as he slowly made his way back up the terrace. 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.
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