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Wood, with a message for Lady Trafford. He’s a
prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. ”
“Ennison here thought he saw her in London,” Meddoes remarked. Until
that moment, Jarvis had imagined the child to be safe in the wet-nurse’s cottage. From this peaceful scene Jack's eye fell upon
Jonathan, who, seated upon the stile, under the shade of an elder tree, was
evidently watching him. She was dressed in one of those complicated dresses that are all lace and work
and confused patternings of black and purple and cream about the body, and she
was in many ways a younger feminine version of the same theme as himself. "
"But you can imagine it. "
"Then, we'll lose no more time," returned Jack.
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