Date: 1892
Her eyes stared away across space, and for a moment she was silent, then she began : "It *s a strange story.  I was tired of painting pot boilers that would not boil my pot, simply because 1 could not sell them, so I went in for copying, and as I al-wr, >s had a sure, quick hand — extraordinarily quick, you will remember — for copying, and as I speedily worked up quite a brisk connection, I found my new work pay me well. "  I was down in Hampshire, copying a couple of old 'Venetians,' when I came in contact with the vicar.