December Love by Robert Smythe Hichens
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"But we haven't got to the Marble Arch!"
"What's that got to do with it? I'm off." He seemed to be going, then stopped, and directed the two pin-points of light at Miss Van Tuyn. "I flatly refuse to make an Academy portrait of you, so don't hope for it," he said. "But if you come along to the studio to-morrow afternoon you may possibly find me at work on a blackmailer." "Dick!" said Miss Van Tuyn, in a voice which startled Braybrooke. "I don't promise," said the painter. "I don't believe in promises, unless you break 'em. But it's just on the cards." "You are painting a blackmailer!" said Braybrooke, with an air of earnest interest. "How very original!" "Original! Why is it original to paint a blackmailer?" "Oh--well, one doesn't often run across them. They--they seem to keep so much to themselves." "I don't agree with you. If they did some people would be a good deal better off than they are now." "Ah, to be sure! That's very true. I had never looked at it in that light." |
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