She was deathly pale.
"Did you paint those portraits, too ?" she asked, speaking for the first time.
"No, marm--my lady, I mean.

I collected these as curiosities.

One of 'em--the one you're looking at--was given me by the original herself." The picture dropped from my lady's hand as if it had been red-hot.

Mr.
Parmalee bounded forward and picked it up with imperturbable _sang froid_.
"I value this most of all my collection.

I know the lady well.