But the fall was too great, and he abandoned the attempt. “I’ve never been prone to
them. . ‘What in the world is that?’ demanded Miss Froxfield. "You," answered Jack, abruptly. 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. She began to tremble violently. “I trust,” he said, “that you will recognize the justice of these conditions. ’
‘But she must have known I’d longed to hear of you.
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