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"Who is it you've picked up, Bam?" said Mr Horrock, aside

"Ask hie "He said he'd just turned

in fro back against his stick

with one hand, using his toothpick with the other, and looking about

him with a certain restlessness apparently under the silence ith the "Supper at Eht forward, to Will's i so tired of the proceedings that he had

drawn back a little and leaned his shoulder against the wall just

behind the auctioneer He now caer, who, rather to his surprise, was staring at

him markedly But Will was immediately appealed to by Mr Trumbull

"Yes, Mr Ladislaw, yes; this interests you as a connoissure, I

think It is so

fervor, "to have a picture like this to show to a coentlemen--a picture worth any su of the Italian school--by

the celebrated Guydo, the greatest painter in the world, the chief of

the Old Masters, as they are called--I take it, because they were up

to a thing or two beyond most of us--in possession of secrets now lost

to the bulk of reat many pictures by the Old Masters, and they are not all up to this

ht like and not family