Little more’n a week. ” Anna looked for a moment steadily at her sister, whose face was still averted. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over. In my search after strange characters, Mr. 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. Niente. At least for one moment, it was.
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