” Chapter XXXII SIX MONTHS AFTER Up the moss-grown path, where the rose bushes run wild, almost met, came Anna in a spotless white gown, with the flush of her early morning walk in her cheeks, and something of the brightness of it in her eyes. “Most of it is ugly and frowsy,” she declared, “but it isn’t worth talking about. I said I knew he disliked and distrusted you and your work—that you shared all Russell’s opinions: he hates Russell beyond measure—and that we couldn’t possibly face a conventional marriage. ‘You wish a reason for jealousy? Eh bien, you may have it. Burn your palette and your easel. " "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. " "Prolonging the misery.
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