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She shuddered. 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 began rubbing it with her pocket-handkerchief. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. ‘Stand where you are, or I shoot!’ Like lightning, thoughts zipped through her mind.
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