To—to find myself. It was the beginning of June. I overlooked the mechanical imperfections of your work, the utter lack of finish, the crudeness of your drawing. “I have been training myself to look askance at beautiful things. Q. But one day he came to me. "Very well, Mr. ” “No! I’ll explain lower. Do not slight my warning. ” “Anything except that,” he murmured. “You underestimate your own sickness, and the ill humors that struck you may strike again. Prudence. ” He leaned back in his chair as though wearied.
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