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THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY.
"You refused to marry him," said Osmond, with his eyes on his book.
"I must not presume too much on that," Isabel answered, gently.
He threw down the book presently, and got up, standing before the fire with his hands behind him. "Well," he said, "I hold that it lies in your hands. I shall leave it there. With a little good-will you may manage it. Think that over and remember that I count upon you."
He waited a little, to give her time to answer; but she answered nothing, and he presently strolled out of the room.
