She was vehemently impatient—she did not clearly know for what—to do, to be, to experience. Nature is God, Anna, and the greatest artist of us all a pigmy. In a few minutes, an appalling change was perceptible. The Ragged Edge. ’ ‘Believe me, she wouldn’t have cared. Sampans with fish and fruit and vegetables swarmed about, while overhead gulls wheeled and swooped and circled. She was surprised and stared at him when he did not immediately leave the bed as Gianfrancesco always did, but instead rested on his elbows. The thousand voices which a few moments before had been so clamorous were now hushed.
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