That had shut him up for a while. He impetuously grasped a hold of her hand, looking for a callous. “The fellow seems to know your name, Miss Pellissier, and that you have lived in Paris. The momentary alarm over, he threw a piece of-wash leather over a bureau, so as to deaden the sound, and instantly broke it open with a small crowbar. 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. “One doesn’t want to turn the whole thing into a mere sex antagonism. It is the vapouring school girl. They do not come for me, to find me and bring me home. ” “Well,” she said, “has there not been some reason for this? The likeness to Annabel could scarcely have escaped remark.
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