I spent many happy days there. We mustn’t make it so. He was accompanied by a young man of about seven-and-twenty, who carried his easel, set it in its place, laid the canvass upon it, opened the paint box, took out the brushes and palette, and, in short, paid him the most assiduous attention. One hour later she had gone back to the mission—without the salt. Across that world was written in letters of light, “Endowment of Motherhood. ” He turned upon her almost fiercely. “H’m!” he said, regarding the wreckage with a calmer visage. One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of cities, reasserts itself.
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