“The fool I have been!” he cried; and now speech was coming to him. The period of repression was over. It was Jack, wasn’t it?’ ‘Aye, s-sir. 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. There’s something about you, a little flavor of Will, I suppose, that makes one feel—good luck about you and success.
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