Chapter IV
THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST
“You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna
said lightly. "
"I sha'n't want these curtains. "
"Humph!" ejaculated the carpenter. “My friend,” she said, “no! Let me tell you this. He did not even care for his own inheritance at this place in Wodeham Water. But come, sir. He turned round
toward her and found her looking at him and standing very still. But, not daring to confess his want of comprehension,
he made a profound reverence, and retired. Then Mr. Without betraying the slightest confusion, or making
a single remark, he quietly resumed his seat. She heard them diving after her, and noted
their starting eyes as they spied the opened panel. She watched the people and hummed softly to herself.
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