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It was nearly seven when he heard her co lost its ie sortie into the fog But now that Irene

was ho ca her

She was already on the stairs; her grey fur coat hung to her knees, its

high collar almost hid her face, she wore a thick veil

She neither turned to look at hier could

have passed more silently

Bilson came to lay dinner, and told hi the soup in her rooe'; it was, perhaps, the first time in

his life that he had sat down to dinner with soiled cuffs, and, not even

noticing theht a

fire in his picture-rooas, he heaved a deep sigh, as though ast these

treasures, the backs of which confronted hith his peace of reatest treasure of the it to the easel, turned its face to the light There had been

a movement in Turners, but he had not been able totime, his pale, clean-shaven face

poked forward above his stand-up collar, looking at the picture as