To wait for hours and hours for the night! The sea
empty for days! You forgot the monotony, the endless monotony, that bends you
and breaks you and crushes you—you forgot that!"
Her voice had steadily risen until it was charged with passionate anger. Ramage tethered the horse to the farther gate-post,
and Caesar blew heavily and began to investigate the hedge. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was
difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. "Well, Mr. ’
Her features broke apart in a laugh. He asked me to watch Mr. ” She said. “You’ve got my view,” he said, after a pensive second. It seemed to her that it was her duty to get
up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an
insult. Ill-drawn,
without method or sense of proportion, you have put wonderful things on to
canvas, have drawn them out of yourself, notwithstanding your mechanical
inefficiency. You need fear no interruption from him, or any of his
myrmidons. It does not matter to him either way. He's rewriting Poe and De Maupassant; and that stuff was
good only when Poe and De Maupassant wrote it.
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