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The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. "I'll admit that. Melusine tried to squash down, still trying to maintain her guard. I thought that you loved Paris and your work so much. ’ ‘So I heard. 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. ” She laughed gaily.
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