She could hear him from the lower floor as he locked the gates and drew up the wooden part of the bridge. “How would you prevent it?” she asked. ‘Soldier of fortune. " "She? My God, the pity of it! She knows nothing of life. I spent this afternoon in detention. A woman hard to read, who seemed to delight in keeping locked up behind that fascinating rigidity of feature the intense sensibility which had been revealed to him, her master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm. Things happened frequently over here that wouldn't happen in the States once in a hundred years. 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.
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