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A Puritan Bohemia his smile, and, as he pleased, his expressive eyes could sparkle with intelligence, or beam with sensibility; and to the eloquence of his language the harmony of his voice imparted a charm that seldom failed of being irresistible.’"

Annabel looked over at the crumpled hair, flushed cheeks, and slightly opened mouth of the artist.

"That's like him!" said Annabel. "Ain't it nice?"

For to Annabel had come that joy of the born artist when life plays for him the first time the drama he has cared most for in books.