The washerwoman reported that she had seen a man one day riding out for an early morning hunt, but was unsure of his identity. Her thoughts were deflected from Vivie Warren by the peculiar behavior of a middle-aged gentleman in Piccadilly. The weather's been foul enough for the last fortnight, but I've never turned my back upon it. My poor brain is so mixed, dear, I hardly know what I am saying. She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. But I will never—never return. Don’t leave me.
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