There was a horrid truth in them.

No doubt an artist should wait till his circumstances were worthy of his gifts; and then marry a woman who could understand and help him on.
Nor was even the child a binding influence.

Fenwick in this visit became for the first time a fond father.

A certain magic in the little Carrie flattered his vanity and excited his hopes.

He drew her many times, and prophesied confidently that she would be a beauty.