Sheppard towards an appalling object in one corner. Her sense followed the shoulders under his coat, down to where his flexible, sensitive-looking hand rested lightly upon the table. He was accompanied by a young man of about seven-and-twenty, who carried his easel, set it in its place, laid the canvass upon it, opened the paint box, took out the brushes and palette, and, in short, paid him the most assiduous attention. “I suppose I ought to congratulate you,” he said. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. Anna watched her from the windows, watched the carriage jolt away along the cobbled street and disappear. Their idea of maidenly innocence was just a blank white—the sort of flat white that doesn’t shine. The carpet was a quiet drugget and not excessively worn, and the bed in the corner was covered by a white quilt. "Drink this," cried Jonathan, handing her the cup. He would make her rub her lips with waxes and other ointments, precursors of lipsticks. “Indeed,” she said, “I would not.
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