Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. "You tried to do something that was fine, and … and civilization would not let you. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a registry perhaps. How long he sat there, reeling off this drivel, he never knew. In futur', I'll keep the 'Evenin' Star' for his lordship's enemies. So she said: “I won’t come home. Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas.
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