" "Then you are hurt," cried the carpenter in alarm. He grabbed her hair viciously and whispered loudly into her tear-streaked face. He stopped abruptly. "That's all right. ‘Here she is. Move. Anything in the least irregular is like poison to him. “You call yourself an artist— but you have no temperament.
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