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‘I wish you joy of the wench. ”
“You meant to say ‘morbid’. 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. He blurted, “I was just
telling Lucy that I have finished an important work. The next moment his grasp relaxed, and he sank to rise no more. The poor widow was thrown into an agony of distress on learning that
a robbery had been committed, in which her son (for she could not doubt that
Jack was one of the boys,) was implicated; nor was her anxiety alleviated by
Mrs. ‘Madame, I trust I see you well?’
‘Merci.
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