She rested for a half hour in heaven on earth, feeling herself drift in and out of sleep. Although she had refused to answer his impertinent questions. ’ ‘What, for not wanting to marry you?’ ‘Imbecile. There was the world besides, looming darker and larger. Do you mind talking to some one else. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. Painting is only one slender branch of the great tree. She had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered.
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