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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. He was a philosopher. “Couldn’t we three go out and have some coffee somewhere? The thought of that drawing-room paralyses me. He sat back in an easy chair with a hand upon each of the elbows, and looked steadfastly into the fire. These festivities, however, were not witnessed by the newly-married pair, who had departed immediately after the ceremony for Manchester. 6. “HASSELL’S CAMP, “NEAR COLORADO. "These writer chaps are queer birds.
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