” Capes suddenly abandoned his attitude of meditative restraint. He had need of all the inexhaustible energy of his character to support him through his toilsome walk over the wet grass, or along the slippery ploughed land. My nerves were in rags. Once she stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself thoughtfully. His job as a painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged.
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