She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. . 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. ‘All so long ago and my memory ain’t what it was. Gentlemen, I am proud to say that I originated—that I directed those measures. Gracious, there’s the gong. Marvel held her handkerchief to her eyes, and appeared in great distress.
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