Chapter IV
THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST
“You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna
said lightly. Better get a dress. I shall never come back. ‘Give me an opportunity to open my mouth, and I will. "Only sprained it a little, that's all," answered Thames; "the pain will go off
presently. ‘So now you may safely cease
your roundaboutation, and tell me what took you to Remenham House. The primitive superstition of his Puritan forbears was his;
and before this the buckler of his education disintegrated. You shall swing for this after
next sessions, or my name's not Jonathan Wild. “I’m not going to college, John. By George, I forgot! McClintock
said there was a typewriter in the office and that I could have it. Now for it,
Thames! Make as great a row as you can to divert his attention. “I said you were”—he shouted—“NOT TO GO!”
She made, and overdid, an immense effort to be a princess. “You are coming in,
aren’t you, Sydney?”
“If I may,” he answered. But after the first shock came a warm glow of relief.
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