. He must fight the thought continually, day in and day out. Here was not the individual against whom she had been warned. ‘Where are you taking me?’ she asked, assuming a fearful accent. Why, then, did he touch it? As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of sweat under the cracked nether lip. To-night the subtle suggestiveness of those few daring lines, fascinating in their very simplicity, the head thrown back, the half-closed eyes—the inner meaning of the great artist seemed to come to him with a rush. These were the Master's body-guard.
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