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And Joses was the Eye that watched all the stables on the South Downs from Beachy Head to the Rother and Putnam's most of all. When tackled further on the subject by Monkey Brand, the tout admitted the fact without demur and even with pride. "Yes," he swaggered. "I'm a commission agent. A very honourable profession, too." "Not ha hartist at all?" queried Monkey, chewing his quid.

After another silence a young fellow, in a shabby velvet coat, stood up. He was commonly known among his fellow-potters as 'the hartist, because of his long hair, his little affectations of dress, and his æsthetic susceptibilities generally.

One thing he was determined about: he meant to have some explanation: he would not submit tamely to be dismissed without any just reason. When he had finished reading the letter, Rushton looked up, and, leaning comfortably back in his chair, he blew a cloud of smoke from his cigar, and said in an affable, indulgent tone, such as one might use to a child: 'You're a bit of a hartist, ain't yer?

It's sich ole sinners as you in your shiny black coats," sez I, "as I never do mistake, and if you don't git out there's a pump-'andle behind this werry door, as my poor bor Bob brought up from the country for me to sell for him " "My good woman," sez 'e, "I am a hartist," sez 'e. "What's that?" sez I. "A painter," sez 'e.

He has described Gleyre's studio in Trilby. The happy life there lasted a year: Whistler and Poynter, as is well known, were his fellow-students. "Why, it's enough to make a man turn Radical, 'anged if it ain't, to think of sich services as mine bein' rewarded with no 'igher title than what's bestowed on a heminent Sawbones, or a Hingerneer, or a Littery Man, or even a successful Hartist!" Mrs.

'Well, wot do you think of it? he said as he served them with what they required. 'Think of what? asked Easton. 'Why, hour speshul hartist, replied Crass with a sneer. 'Do you think 'e's goin' to get through with it? 'Shouldn't like to say, replied Easton guardedly.

After another silence a young fellow, in a shabby velvet coat, stood up. He was commonly known among his fellow potters as 'the hartist, because of his long hair, his little affectations of dress, and his æsthetic susceptibilities generally.

The birds were all out of their cages; everything was upside down. "Are you a real farmer's boy?" I asked him. "O' course I am," he answered. "What do yer tike me for a hartist in disguise?" It came to me. "What is your name?" "'Enery 'Enery 'Opkins." "Where were you born?" "Camden Tahn." Here was a nice beginning to a rural life! What place could be the country while this boy Hopkins was about?

"The child is gifted," she maintained. "I'm going to make a hartist of her." She smoothed Carrie's wan hands, and, as if noticing her borrowed clothing for the first time, looked about the room for the tinsel and gauze. "The things she had on her when she come to us," said Grandma Padgett, "were literally gone to nothing. The children had run so far and rubbed over fences and sat in the grass.

'I'm not surprised that you do, all the world do, and the public chucks down its coppers to the poor hartist; but 'e aint no hartist, no more than is them 'ere boys that did for my show. Leaning still further forward, he lowered his voice to a whisper. 'They learns it all by 'art; there is schools for the teaching of it down in Whitechapel.