Gashes on his arms were already beginning to heal and disappear. 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. "Despatch him!" roared Jonathan. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. I hate to see you spoil yourself with guys like me.
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