Even though the individual faces of her audience were not to be singled out, she had been conscious from the first moment of her appearance that something was wrong. 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. In the circles into which he had been born, the passing on of land was of vital importance. It was perfectly logical. The tears were welling over now, but her voice was steady. "The key," replied the widow.
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