But she was not there. “Dear friend,” she said, “remember that you are speaking to one who has failed
in the only serious object which she has ever sought to accomplish. “I should like you to come here,” she said. She could hardly remember his face except
for his brown hair, thick lips, and narrow dark eyes. One would say she could try to
—to prevent that her daughter will go to the convent. ‘I’m following a scent. He went on with his song, accompanying it
with the most ridiculous grimaces:
"When years were gone by, she began to rue
Her love for the gentleman, (meaning you!)
'I slighted the journeyman fond,' quoth she,
'But where is my gallant of high degree?
Where! where!
Oh! where is my gallant of high degree?'
Ho! ho! ho!"
"What are you doing here!" demanded Thames. A
failure! She must write herself down a failure! At her age, with her ambitions,
with her artistic temperament and creative instincts, she was yet to be denied all
coherent means of expression. We have that gift.
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