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You can pull it over on
everybody else, Lucy, but not on me. \"You're a shoo in. Proper enough now,
when he could not help himself, but the habit would be formed; and when he
was strong again it would become the normal role, hers to give and his to
receive. Anna’s face was half turned from him, but her
expression, and the tone of her monosyllable puzzled him. He had found her by the same agency her father had: native talk, which flew
from isle to isle as fast as proas could carry it. Old farmhouses
loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like
mourners. It will not cost you more than six
hundred to reach your destination. 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. It is that, is it not?”
“No,” he answered readily. But I wanted to find
out more, partly so I could share it with him. I spied a small picture of them in
your house, though.
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