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“I do not know whether to wish you
success or not. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion
and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present
it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal
description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those
valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a
swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of
determined women at war with the universe. I don’t care WHAT happens. I’ll feel fine as soon
as I get out of my wet clothes. You have
changed from the veriest butterfly to a woman—you wear different clothes, you
have the air of another world. ” He looked
into her pale blue eyes. She met his eyes for a
moment, and could not interpret their expression. "
"I'll not forget it. ‘How is this?
Proo-den-ss. Too much blood has been shed already. *****
From the comatose state, Spurlock passed into that of the babbling fever; but that
guarding instinct which is called subconsciousness held a stout leash on his
secret. Why? If she had put the query to herself, she could not
have answered it.
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