What of it?” There was a shout of laughter. ‘Why do you think I told you about the portrait? I’d not seen it, of course, but I’d seen Miss Mary just before she got married, which is when it was painted. “It couldn’t be. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. I did think it could be done. She had resisted as long as she could; then she had stolen over.
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