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I have given up painting. It is safe. . Now I am sorry to cross you in anything you have set your heart upon, but I regret to say—” “H’m,” he reflected, and crossed out the last four words. If only he had known it, sympathy was almost entirely with him. What a pity! For all her ignorance of material things—the human inventions which served the physical comforts of man—how much she knew about man himself! She had seen him bereft of all those spiritual props which permit man to walk on two feet instead of four—broken, without resilience. “Vee,” she said, “come home. “No, the only person I told before tonight was my mother and father. At other times, it would seem that the sea itself had gone away. ‘Oh, you may come to me on any mission you like,’ uttered Mrs Sindlesham roguishly. “It does not appear to me,” he said, stiffly, “to be an affair for jests. The tropical dawn is swift. .
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