He was not used to not getting his way. Her gaze flickered down to his pistol. She would come and sit cross-legged just beyond the bamboo curtain and silently watch him at work. It was only a matter of time. 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. How she had hated it!… All these mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. But before he could say anything, the vehicle rolled to a halt. You must think of this evening, John, sometimes—as a sort of atonement. But I have never seen America.
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