Chapter IV
THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST
“You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna
said lightly. But here’s what is different this time. Sir John stood upon the threshold. "Do you realize that you are several kinds of a damned scoundrel?" he began. ‘Can I not leave you for a day without you
getting yourself into trouble?’
‘Imbecile,’ she uttered faintly. There’s something—
something ADULT about you. International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make
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outside the United States. ’
She moved quickly to the nearest bookcase, and listened intently to the sound
of Jack’s voice. It was an
excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. I spoke a thought aloud. "I am sorry. She found herself asking more and more curiously, “Why, on the principle
of the survival of the fittest, have I any sense of beauty at all?” That enabled her
to go on thinking about beauty when it seemed to her right that she should be
thinking about biology. They troubled no one, and as long as they did not noise themselves
abroad and make a nuisance of themselves in this Protestant country, no one
troubled them.
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