But what of Mr. Snareall? He has not been looking from that window?--No. True, it was winter time. Scarcely has his small and fox-like eye been cast on that glorious picture by the hand of Murillo; if so, the thought arising from such act has been to ...
But what of Mr. Snareall? He has not been looking from that window?--No. True, it was winter time. Scarcely has his small and fox-like eye been cast on that glorious picture by the hand of Murillo; if so, the thought arising from such act has been to consider its probable value, or to wonder how, having such a possession, a man can allow it to remain at the top of his mantel-piece, instead of converting it into stock.