What was the matter with Spurlock that was to keep him in bed three or four weeks? He would dig that out of the hotel manager. She helped herself to the remainder of the slightly congealed bacon, and reverted to the problem of getting her luggage out of the house. “Oh, it is okay. 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.
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