“You call yourself an artist— but you have no temperament. It was apparent, and then it faded into the quality of an inevitable necessity. She warmed to him fast, her anger was much harder to carry than the pleasant everyday neutrality of affection. So here I am, king of all I survey, with a predilection for poker, a scorched liver, and a piano-player. "I understand," she said. Now, Sir. She watched them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched upon.
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