”
“No, I don’t. There was a gentle rustling of skirts. "You musht do dat shob yourself, Mishter Vild," rejoined Abraham, shaking his
head. “See you. ’
‘Is it, now? Well you won’t, then, for he won’t hear nothing, missie. She had seen her really only at teas, with the Stanley strain in her
uppermost. But I liked the things you said here. Sometimes I am
frightfully busy; and then there will be periods of dullness. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion
and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present
it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal
description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those
valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a
swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of
determined women at war with the universe. As she did so the preparation-room door
opened behind her. They had not so far been of
much personal interest to Gerald, but tonight was different. Her eyes fell, and then sought his again with timid interest.
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