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"Mother!" cried Jack, in a broken voice. ‘Why do you think I told
you about the portrait? I’d not seen it, of course, but I’d seen Miss Mary just
before she got married, which is when it was painted. We
tolerate you for your genius, that's a fact. Her family had hosted a feast in his honor for which
they had taken weeks to prepare: with braised capons and
lobster sausages and all sorts of delicious spiced stews her
mother had made from secret recipes. "Of course," rejoined the bystander, who had just spoken, and who was of a
cynical turn,—"the greater the rascal, the better they like him. By the time John returned with popcorn and a large
Coke, the theater had filled up with high-school kids. She cried as he watched, frozen to the ground. The doctor turned quickly and made for the door,
which he opened and shut gently because he was assured that Ruth was listening
across the hall for any sign of violence. You do not need my compliments. "Your enemy!" she returned imperfectly comprehending him. He had, he felt, to
create certain ideas and vivify certain curiosities and feelings in her. She was lovely,
painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her
to be. "To those who, like me, have never been able to get out of the dark
and dreary paths of life, the grave is indeed a refuge, and the sooner they reach it
the better. If I do
not look after her, she has no one. ‘To find what?’ demanded Gerald.
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