‘Laisse-moi. You are to come home. Chapter IV
THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST
“You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna
said lightly. Sebastian rose from
the tomb. Placing a piece of money in Morgan's hands, he
hurried out of the churchyard. It was a
cheerful, irresponsible, shamelessly hard-up family in the key of faded green and
flattened purple, and the girls went on from the High School to the Fadden Art
School and a bright, eventful life of art student dances, Socialist meetings,
theatre galleries, talking about work, and even, at intervals, work; and ever and
again they drew Ann Veronica from her sound persistent industry into the circle
of these experiences. Anna rose a few minutes before the general company. "And had you been the worst scoundrel unhung, I'd have seen to it that you had
the same care, the same chance. Acknowledge
your faults.
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