“The very question shows your ignorance,” he declared. And she did not
merely affect to be driven—she felt driven. He took over, doing his best to rearrange his overly
sensitive member back into his pants. “And now let us leave the men alone and
talk about ourselves. 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. "Surely," he added, staring at Rowland, "either
I'm greatly mistaken, or it is—"
"You are not mistaken, Baptist," returned Rowland with a gesture of silence; "it
is your old friend. 8 or
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