Chapter IV
THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST
“You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna
said lightly. ”
Annabel shrugged her shoulders. Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn
could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her
screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a
rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where
someone had pried out a few golden teeth. Nothing else so quickly establishes the condition of comradeship as the sharing
of a laughable incident. ’
Gerald moved to the long sofa, dusted it with elaborate care with one of its
cushions, and with a gesture invited her to sit down. "
"Make it positive," was the brisk reply. Wood trembled. ’ He added,
as alarm spread over the lad’s face, ‘Don’t concern yourself. ”
“Poor old ring!” said Ann Veronica. At table he carved in a
gloomy but resolute manner. Spurling, "ay and found Van Galgebrok too. Altogether
different. "Yes," replied Jack. She had never seen so much food in her life as she
saw at her own wedding feast. We had not then recovered from the shock.
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