“Allow me. She went to her bedroom, but
she did not go to bed. 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. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its
conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose,
and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion. ‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald. "Hoddy, wake up!" She jerked his head to and fro until
the hair stung.
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