nude oil painting

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answered quietly, but still not without a certain marked firmness-
'You are mistaken in supposing me a beggar. I am no beggar; any
more than yourself or your young ladies.'
After a pause she said, 'I dunnut understand that: you've like no
house, nor no brass, I guess?'
'The want of house or brass (by which I suppose you mean money)
does not make a beggar in your sense of the word.'
'Are you book-learned?' she inquired presently.
'Yes, very.'
'But you've never been to a boarding-school?'
nude oil painting'I was at a boarding-school eight years.'
She opened her eyes wide. 'Whatever cannot ye keep yourself for,
then?'
'I have kept myself; and, I trust, shall keep myself again. What
are you going to do with these gooseberries?' I inquired as she
brought out a basket of the fruit.
'Mak' 'em into pies.'
'Give them to me and I'll pick them.'
'Nay; I dunnut want ye to do nought.'
'But I must do something. Let me have them.'
She consented; and she even brought me a clean towel to spread over
nude oil painting