“This is mere nonsense, mere tongue-tied fear!” she said. In this moment he could have stamped upon the Wastrel's face, and ended the affair; but all that was clean in him, chivalrous, revolted at the thought. The patient fell into a natural and refreshing sleep. “I wonder,” he said, “if women do know things by instinct? I have my doubts about feminine instinct. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is.
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