She fled. The easel and palette having been packed up, and the canvass carefully removed by Austin, the party took leave of the prisoner, who was so much abstracted that he scarcely noticed their departure. Perhaps it was just as well there was no inherited memory. “Four,” Anna decided firmly. He drew a little sigh of relief. Through her door curtain she could see the light from the study lamp. ‘Obsessed, that’s what you are. We must wash out those stains up stairs, and burn the cloth. It was a bogus affair altogether, kept by some blackguard or other of an Englishman. After class his routine was unchanged. They hunted up shady nooks and went to sleep; but promptly at four they would be at the office, ready for barter. A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate. It's gin—a liquor you used to like.
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