We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. ’ A sudden clatter of booted feet sounded in the hall beyond. His expression became pained. 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. ” “Where do you go?” “Oh!—Alps. “It spreads like wildfire. It was a mass of knick-knacks.
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