He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. Gone were the old days where an old maid banged on an upright piano above a roaring crowd, this sound was loud enough to be heard outside the building, she thought to herself as her eardrums throbbed. You are an artist by the Divine right of birth, but whatever form of expression may come to you at some time it will not be painting. ” She laughed heartily, and became as suddenly grave.
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