There's a friend of Sir James—a young man, an engraver of masquerade tickets and caricatures,—his name I believe is Hogarth. "No," answered Jack, approaching her, "though, if I had done so, he would have merited his fate. His face was aquiline but sweet, the years had not yet taken the blush from his cheeks and his lips were similarly rubefacient. He had, for the most part, been correct. ‘I wish you joy of the wench. She found she was trembling at his nearness and full of a thrilling dread that he might touch her. The blue jowl, the fat-lidded eyes—now merry, now alert, now tungsten hard—the bullet head, the pudgy fingers and the square-toed shoes were all in conformation with the doctor's olden mental picture. She crooked her finger.
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