" "It shall be, Sir," replied Ireton, bowing. ” She distantly remembered moments in childhood spent in phobic trance, when her father had told her God was punishing sinners in Hell. “An uncle in New York is dead, and has left him loads of money. “Well, look who’s here! Welcome, Lucy, I heard the performance was spectacular. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. Now the sense of beauty was spreading to a multitude of hitherto unsuspected aspects of the world about her. 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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