The easel and palette having been packed up, and the canvass carefully removed by Austin, the party took leave of the prisoner, who was so much abstracted that he scarcely noticed their departure. "Maybe he realized that he was slipping fast and thought a fine action might give him a hand-hold on life again. "I used to cry myself to sleep, Hoddy, I was so forlorn and lonely. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes.
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