His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him. “May you have as much good fortune as you deserve, but not enough to make you forget us. You are an artist by the Divine right of birth, but whatever form of expression may come to you at some time it will not be painting. They’re too free for their innocence or too innocent for their freedom. “Did your foster dads ever try to molest you?” “Of course they did, John. “Tell me his name,” he said, “and I promise that he shall never trouble you.
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