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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. London, Paris, Rome! There were no hotel labels on the
patient's trunk, but there were ship labels; and by these she was able to
reconstruct the journey: from New York to Naples, thence to Alexandria; from
Port Saïd to Colombo; from Colombo to Bombay; from Calcutta to Rangoon,
thence down to Singapore; from Singapore to Hong-Kong. “How could it not have hurt?” His analytical side
started putting in overtime. I
cannot explain beyond that.
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