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"Oh, yes."
"But it—it makes me nervous! I'm not used to having folks around when I'm at work."
"I see. Then you want me to go away?—that is, still farther away?"
She hesitated, observing him perplexedly.
"If only you'd turn your back," she suggested. "I suppose I've no right to send you away, since this is no more my property than it is yours. But, really, it is so hard to paint when you know some one is looking at you."
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"The correct thing for me to do,"
said Miles, thoughtfully, "would be to
arise,—in this manner,—bow,—like
this,—and say, 'My dear young lady,
whether I have equal rights with you
to remain on this property doesn't
enter into the question. The mere
fact that my presence—even at a dis-
