‘Truth is, it’s Gerald who’s put me in the devil’s own temper, ma’am. It was very pretty and very dainty while it lasted, but we played it with our eyes open, and we perfectly understood the game—both of us. When my father died, and we were left alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for singing professionally or try painting. “When did you start?” She said between puffs.
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