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But unfortunately" he pointed to the letter still in Flaxman's hand "that shows me that other persons persons unknown to me are in possession of some, at any rate, of the facts and therefore that it is now vain to hope that we can stifle the thing altogether." "You have no idea who wrote the letter?" said Flaxman, holding it up. "None whatever," was the emphatic reply.
Winthrop should forget to further question me; but he suddenly startled me by coming towards the window where I stood, and saying: "You have not answered my question." "The remark was only intended for Mrs. Flaxman's ears, and was of no importance, any way." "Mrs.
She had suffered, and she was quietly fighting down her suffering without a word to anybody. Flaxman's guesses as to what had happened came often very near the truth, and the mixture of indignation and relief with which he received his own conjectures amused himself.
In a moment more, however, I thought I could distinguish through the darkness imagination no doubt filling up the truth of its form a figure crouching in such an attitude of abandoned despair as recalled one of Flaxman's outlines, the body bent forward over the drawn-up knees, and the face thus hidden even from the darkness.
A glance passed between the two men. In Langham's there was a hardly sane antagonism and resentment, in Flaxman's an excited intelligence. 'Now then, said Flaxman coolly, 'fix your mind steadily on what Miss Leyburn is to do you must take her hand but except in thought, you must carefully follow and not lead her. Shall I call her? 'Langham abruptly assented.
"How can legal action be taken?" interrupted Barron roughly. "Whatever may be the case with regard to Meynell and her identification of him, Judith Sabin's story is true. Of that I am entirely convinced." But he had hardly spoken before he felt that he had made a false step. Flaxman's light blue eyes fixed him. "The story with regard to Miss Puttenham?" "Precisely."
One of the artists whom Scheffer most admired was Flaxman; and he once said to a friend, "If I have unconsciously borrowed from any one in the design of the 'Francisca, it must have been from something I had seen among Flaxman's drawings." John Flaxman was the son of a humble seller of plaster casts in New Street, Covent Garden.
Under the influence of one of the natural reactions that wait on illness, the girl's tone was cheerful, and Flaxman's spirits rose. They talked of the splendour of the day, the discomforts of the steamer, the picturesqueness of the landing of anything and everything but the hidden something which was responsible for the dancing brightness in his eyes, the occasional swift veiling of her own.
When Sir Joshua Reynolds heard of his marriage, he exclaimed, "Flaxman is ruined for an artist!" But it was not so. When Flaxman's wife heard of the remark, she said, "Let us work and economize; I will never have it said that Ann Denbam ruined John Flaxman as an artist." They economized accordingly.
Flaxman's mind, he will perhaps find small cause to regret that Rose did give him a great deal of trouble. Nothing could have been more 'salutary, to use his own word, than the dance she led him during the next three weeks.
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