He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. “Well, you have thought it over?” he said, sitting down beside her. He would read the jokes and illustrate them; and after a time I could see the point of a joke without having it explained to me. She was slowed down by the icy wind that punctuated itself in screams around houses and trees. She wrenched her head away from his grip and got her arm between his chest and hers.
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