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‘I do not care any more about the portrait,’ Melusine said, opening the door to
the attic corridor that gave off onto the row of little rooms that served as private
cells for the senior nuns. No tricks would serve. “Really, daddy, I am sorry for all I have done to put you out. They are their mother’s sons. “It’s Ennison, isn’t it?” he exclaimed. ‘How do you do? I am so happy to meet you. 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. Lose no
time. We’re closer than
you think.
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