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It
was
the
picture
of
a
handsome
woman
,
with
large
eyes
and
heavy
braids
of
black
hair
wound
around
her
head
.
“
Her
!
”
said
Dick
.
“
My
,
I
know
her
better
’
n
I
know
you
!
”
The
young
man
began
to
laugh
.
“
Where
did
you
meet
her
,
Dick
?
”
he
said
.
“
At
Newport
?
Or
when
you
ran
over
to
Paris
the
last
time
?
”
Dick
actually
forgot
to
grin
.
He
began
to
gather
his
brushes
and
things
together
,
as
if
he
had
something
to
do
which
would
put
an
end
to
his
business
for
the
present
.
“
Never
mind
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
know
her
!
An
I
’
ve
struck
work
for
this
mornin
’
.
”
And
in
less
than
five
minutes
from
that
time
he
was
tearing
through
the
streets
on
his
way
to
Mr
.
Hobbs
and
the
corner
store
.
Mr
.
Hobbs
could
scarcely
believe
the
evidence
of
his
senses
when
he
looked
across
the
counter
and
saw
Dick
rush
in
with
the
paper
in
his
hand
.
The
boy
was
out
of
breath
with
running
;
so
much
out
of
breath
,
in
fact
,
that
he
could
scarcely
speak
as
he
threw
the
paper
down
on
the
counter
.
“
Hello
!
”
exclaimed
Mr
.
Hobbs
.
“
Hello
!
What
you
got
there
?
”
“
Look
at
it
!
”
panted
Dick
.
“
Look
at
that
woman
in
the
picture
!
That
’
s
what
you
look
at
!
SHE
aint
no
’
ristocrat
,
SHE
aint
!
”
with
withering
scorn
.
