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"i am so sorry you have given yourself the trouble of coming round, mr. hubbard. i shall certainly drop in and look at the frame-- though i dont go in much at present for religious art--but to-day i only want a picture carried to the top of the house for me. it is rather heavy, so i thought i would ask you to lend me a couple of your men."
he hesitated for a moment. "very well," he said at last, "but dont be too long dressing." she danced out of the door. one could hear her singing as she ran upstairs. her little feet pattered overhead.
yet she was curiously listless. she showed no sign of joy when her eyes rested on romeo. the few words she had to speak--
"i cant, basil."