Talk to her of the new
story; divert her; for this day her heart has been twisted sorely. There was a
mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from
a child's violin. 'Avow
nothing, believe nothing, give nothing for nothing,' is my own motto. I loitered in the shop as you
chatted with the butcher’s girl. She had very frizzy hair indeed,
very black eyebrows, a profusion of metallic adornments about her neck and
waist, and an engaging smile. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. She had never
thought of him at all in that way before. This young man, whose features, though rather
plain and coarse, bore the strongest impress of genius, and who had a dark gray,
penetrating eye, so quick in its glances that it seemed to survey twenty objects at
once, and yet only to fasten upon one, bore the honoured name of William
Hogarth. ‘Pen and paper, do you have them?’
‘Danged if I have,’ came the truculent response.
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