But she did not speak. At the cost of quite a number of torn drafts she
succeeded in evolving this:
“DEAR MR. She hated it, she hated the mission-house;
she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. Gosse had hidden himself successfully then. She
forbade him to escape to his workshop in the basement
during those times, denying him his one and only hobby. Across the blackboard the colored chalks flew like flights of variously
tinted rockets as diagram after diagram flickered into being. Painting is only one
slender branch of the great tree. Ramage,” she cried, “you are outrageous! You understand nothing. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for
symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was
plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to
the higher ranks of society. It came to her like a dear thing rediscovered, that she
loved Capes. “Bother it all!” she swore. Lucy found solace in the lack of sunshine, but the
November cold was over the top, even for Illinois. “What a little brick!” he murmured.
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