’ Reminiscence made him smile. ‘Now then, Gerald, out with it. Ill-drawn, without method or sense of proportion, you have put wonderful things on to canvas, have drawn them out of yourself, notwithstanding your mechanical inefficiency. There is no further hope. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. Managers and accountants are always shifting about, so he tells me. Think! Had you not better hurry back before Sir John discovers? You are his wife right enough. Womanhood is sacred to me. . It was free of leering men, unthinkable punishments, and human evil. The smell that emanated from the opening was abominable. But they been good to me, they have, sir.
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