” They talked for a while in somewhat dreamy fashion, Anna especially being more silent than usual. “Now I’ll have what I want from you, wife. 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. ’ He turned to the lodgekeeper behind him, whose shocked fear had given place to a direful frown. ” Again on his way homeward from Cavendish Square he abandoned the direct route to pass by the door of Anna’s flat. It’s made up of things as small as the diameter of hairs and big as life and death. But I do not love you. “It does nothing but sit there.
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