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She felt a mixture of embarrassment, humiliation, and
pride well up in her cheeks, flushing them. He
looked melancholy enough, it is true. "Get
in wid ye, ye villin!"
And, despite his resistance, Shotbolt was thrust into the chair, which was
instantly fastened upon him. “I do,” Anna answered. 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. “You understand, then,” he was saying, “you understand?”
“I understand,” said Ann Veronica, tear-wet and flushed with a reciprocal
passion, but standing up to him with an equality that amazed even herself, “I
understand. She was a swan
among geese, trying to look plain and dowdy.
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