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It was about the close of the month, that, yielding at length to the urgent importunities of Rose, I accompanied her in a visit to Wildfell Hall. To our surprise, we were ushered into a room where the first object that met the eye was a painter's easel, with a table beside it covered with rolls of canvas, bottles of oil and varnish, palette, brushes, paints, etc. Leaning against the wall were several sketches in various stages of progression, and a few finished paintings -- mostly of landscapes and figures.
"I must make you welcome to my studio," said Mrs. Graham; "there is no fire in the sitting-room today, and it is rather too cold to show you into a place with an empty grate. "