She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. One more passer-by; and always would she remember his patience and tenderness and disinterestedness. "An audience might have frightened the birds. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. I must stay a minute longer, if only to see you smile. He was entranced as she walked towards him. She broke a cobblestone over his head and he was out. "I feel guilty, going away and leaving that ignorant child; but our days have been so planned that we dare not change the schedule. So many things she saw that her interest stumbled rather than leaped from object to object. . The Chapel 401 XX.
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