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Crowdie stepped backward from her, as she laid her hat and veil upon her knee. He slowly twisted a bit of crayon between his fingers, as though to help his thoughts, and he looked at her critically.
"How are you going to paint me? " she asked, regretting that she had spoken so very coldly a moment earlier.