You are an artist by the Divine right of birth, but whatever form of expression may come to you at some time it will not be painting. There was one letter. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. Then to Martin's brandy-shop, in Fleet Street. Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean. And I have made such arrangements that at my decease tardy justice will be done my injured nephew. I've no doubt he's as honest as either of you. I needn't tell you to tread carefully.
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