I kept them on myself till the sight of your empty chair and the chill loneliness of it all nearly sent me mad. Now it is—’ ‘What are you doing still here, missie, that’s what I’d like to know?’ demanded the man Trodger, sticking to his guns. It was horrible. Rats and things crawling all over. Vanity was a vice not just to be deprecated, but effectively strangled at birth. 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.
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