" "You are an angel, I say," continued the poor maniac; "and my Jack would have been like you, if he had lived. 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. But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. Sebastian dared not approach her. Her hair was held back in a filigreed barrette. One who steals. I’m not discussing Shakespeare. As if we didn’t know! The practical trouble is our ages.
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