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She got her sketch-block and pencils, and began to draw; Fulkerson tilted himself forward and looked over her shoulder; he smiled outwardly; inwardly he was divided between admiration of Miss Woodburn's arch beauty and appreciation of the skill which reproduced it; at the same time he was trying to remember whether March had authorized him to go so far as to ask for a sight of Colonel Woodburn's manuscript.
Sometimes the two families took these excursions in company, sometimes separately, according to their inclinations at the moment; and, whether separately or together, Gaunt usually carried his sketch-block and colours, whilst Henderson always took his specimen box; the one being as enthusiastic an amateur artist as the other was a botanist and chemist.
Here he paused of a sudden, and laid his sketch-block slowly down on his knee. "Je-hosaphat!" he exclaimed, his eyes brightening. "Why ever didn't I think of it?" "Think of wot?" He nodded his head. "You'll see, missie, when we get to Evesham! You've put a notion into me and we're going to rattle up Turner and make him hum. The guide-books say he spent considerable of his time at Tewkesbury.
He objected to promiscuous bathing even more strongly than he objected to promiscuous dancing. There were some new cumuli in the east, out above the water, and they began to take the late afternoon sun. Hortense cast about for just the right point of view, with Carolyn to help on "atmosphere" and two young men to be superserviceable over campstool, sketch-block and box of colors.
The little man pulled at his cigar, and coughed and chuckled, and waited confidently for the impression. "Dunham," said Staniford, "did I hand you that sketch-block of mine to put in your bag, when we were packing last night?" "Yes, I've got it." "I'm glad of that. Did you see Murray yesterday?" "No; he was at Cambridge." "I thought he was to have met you at Parker's."
He showed me his sketch-block, upon which I saw in outline the figure of a boy carrying pails and leaning over a fence. What chiefly caught my eye in this was the reproduction of my absurd trousers, one torn leg reaching midway down the calf, the other in jagged scallops about my knee. He might have idealised my rags a little, I thought, in my ignorance. No doubt I had been better pleased if Mr.
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