She used to go about with a barrel-organ--my father ran away with her.

I have that violent South in my blood, and I've lived nearly all my days in London.
I've had to pay dearly for my blood.

The only compensation it has given me is a passion for art"-- he waved his lean, bediamonded hand towards the horrific walls.

"That is external--in a way--mere money has enabled me to gratify my tastes; but, as I was saying, I have lived a life of strange struggle, material, physical, and"-- he brought down his free hand with a bang on the table--"it is only by the grace of God and the never-ceasing presence of Our Lord Jesus Christ by my side, that--that I am able to offer you my modest hospitality this evening." Paul felt greatly drawn to the man.

He was beyond doubt sincere.