Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line? We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery. ’ ‘How could he when he didn’t even handle it himself? Went off, I told you, and left it all to me. I’ve been waiting all my life to get out of this town. She acted as her mother had taught her to. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour of the tropical night. “You be off, missie,” said the fatherly policeman. She looked from Anna, who was far too nice-looking to be travelling about alone, to that reassuring pile of luggage, and wrinkled her brows thoughtfully. 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.
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