ISBN: 9781155062624

RareBooksClub.com. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 24 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. … Plus…

RareBooksClub.com. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 24 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 edition. Excerpt: . . . Oh! you are very good, Mr. Gregg, burst out the young man, grasping Adams hand (Adam caught Olivias smile now, flashing across his features), but I have no place for it--not yet. I may have later, when I have a home of my own; that depends upon my business. Ill only ask you to let me come in once in a while to see it. Gregg returned the grasp heartily, declaring that his door was always open to him at any time and the picture at his disposal whenever he should claim it. He did not tell him he had painted it. He did not tell him that he had known either Olivia or his father, or of his visit ten years later. That part of his life had had a sad and bitter end. Both of them were dead; the house in ruins--why rake among the cinders All that spring, in response to Adams repeated welcomes, Philip Colton made excuses to drop into Greggs studio. At first to postpone the time for Mr. Egglestons sittings; then to invite Gregg to dinner at his club to meet some brother financiers, which Gregg declined; again to get his opinion on some trinkets he had bought, and still again to bring him some flowers, he having noticed that the painter was never without them--nor was the portrait, for that matter, Adam always placing a cluster of blossoms or a bunch of roses near the picture, either on the mantel beneath or on the table beside it. Sometimes Adam, having left his door on a crack, would find that in his absence in an adjoining studio, Colton had come and gone, the only record of his visit being a mass of roses he himself had placed beneath his mothers portrait. Once he surprised the young man standing before it looking up into the eyes as if waiting for her to speak. Incidents like these showed his better and more sympathetic nature and drew. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN., RareBooksClub.com<