\" She whirled around by instinct, frightening the boy who she had borrowed the pencil from. “You call yourself an artist— but you have no temperament. 1. They are all at prayer at this hour. Kneebone. 4. You have watched all the uncouth creations of my brain come sprawling out upon the canvas, and besides, we have been companions. I trust you will not accuse me of discourtesy if I express my pleasure that henceforth our ways will lie apart. Everywhere there are limitations. Since morning he had become fanatical; the atoms of common sense no longer functioned in the accustomed groove. She read voraciously, and presently, because of her aunt’s censorship, she took to smuggling any books she thought might be prohibited instead of bringing them home openly, and she went to the theatre whenever she could produce an acceptable friend to accompany her.
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