” “Coffee! Bah!” The newcomer picked her way across the floor with daintily uplifted skirts, and subsided into a deck chair of stretched canvas. She was almost tempted to tell him, if only to see the cracks of surprise and incredulity break the immobility of his yellow countenance. 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. All of us were fussy, colicky babies from what she tells me. Plote was sleeping or deaf. “Once or twice. Gerald’s task was to stop him from doing so. There he paused again, half turning his back and pretending to look for someone among the soldiers on the benches. The pursuit of pleasure, selfgratification, is an original instinct with her. F. ” She stopped abruptly, and turned about toward the front door.
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