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’ The lady stamped her foot. You are an artist by the Divine right of birth, but whatever form of expression may come to you at some time it will not be painting. Pale, flesh-colored light filtered in through the corners of the house. Their conversation became stilted. She found herself alone in the train asking herself what she must do next, and trying not to think of herself as cut off from home or any refuge whatever from the world she had resolved to face. "She tells me there was a Kanaka cook; been in the family as long as she can remember.
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