“I’m not gentle. We were alike. It is enough to make a man throw away canvas and brushes into the bottomless precipices, enough to make one weep with despair at his utter and absolute impotence. “Do come and cheer me up. The woman shrugged her shoulders. But at last this ordeal was over, and Ramage opened the door. Charcoal. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. Nothing. She had adored the stupid thing, and kept it in her pocket for about ten years.
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