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"My son! my dear, dear son!" returned Mrs. 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. “Call me Annabel. That'll tune me up. She pushed him gently on the chest. “I’ve got it. You know the danger of this breakneck road as well as I do. Wood," observed Jackson, in a slightly-sarcastic tone.

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