I had a sort of idea,” he went on, “that you were starting life all over again, and it seemed awfully plucky. Though the starling was more than two feet above the level of the water, he alighted with his little charge—which he had never for an instant quitted—in safety upon it. Maggot. Vampires are very lonely creatures, John. ‘You are too shrewd for me, ma’am. 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. “Hello, Gwen!” said Ann Veronica, trying to put every one at their ease. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. I’ll give you, say, thirty-five guineas a week clear of expenses, and half of anything you earn above the two turns a night. .
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