A traffic of copious barges slumbered over the face of the river-barges either altogether stagnant or dreaming along in the wake of fussy tugs; and above circled, urbanely voracious, the London seagulls. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. And there are other guides. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. She dissected well, and in a year she found herself chafing at the limitations of the lady B. And, with a glance of malignant exultation, he quitted the vault, and locked the door. They heard voices inside but stood for a full thirty seconds looking at each other. A failure! She must write herself down a failure! At her age, with her ambitions, with her artistic temperament and creative instincts, she was yet to be denied all coherent means of expression.
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