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” “How absurd!” Annabel declared. He sat up in his chair again, the colour came back to his cheeks. She caught her breath, and her eyes were lit with a sudden terror. 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. ‘I don’t want no gold! Not for serving my mistress. ’ He sighed.
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