For had not Mr. Ned said, jubilantly: “Jove, this air is pure ozone! I want to paint everything in sight. You, too, Hemmy, in that pink-checked gown.”
Painters fell in love with their models sometimes.
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John Carrington fairly basked in happiness. Only one thing troubled him, and when he caught Elenore alone for a moment that came out. He took her hands in his and looked into her blue eyes lovingly.
“I told you once,” he said, gently, “that no daughter could be so dear to a man as his son.”
“Yes, dad,” she said, frankly.
He bent and kissed her forehead.
“I was wrong,” he said.
Then they spoke of other things.
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