What about your luggage?” “I could get a few of my things, at any rate,” she said. 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 was never violent when angry: she became as calm and baffling as the sea in doldrums. Sampans with fish and fruit and vegetables swarmed about, while overhead gulls wheeled and swooped and circled.
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