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. He drifted in and out of consciousness. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. She so wanted to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he was mere dust in the ground. Earles?” he inquired. ’ ‘What sort of “down on your luck”?’ asked Alderley. Capes? Well, think what it must be to live in them—soul and mind and body! It’s fun for a man to jest at our position. What his head conceived his hand executed. There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing on a dark night upon the Thames. And Pottiswick, of course. .
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