Chapter IV THE TEMPERAMENT OF AN ARTIST “You may sit there and smoke, and look out upon your wonderful Paris,” Anna said lightly. Her mouth at half-cock, Melusine stood there staring at him. I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun. Her heartbeat quickened. Her state of mind would have seemed altogether discreditable to her grandmother. . Every girl in the world practically, except a few of us who teach or type-write, and then we’re underpaid and sweated—it’s dreadful to think how we are sweated!” She had lost her generalization, whatever it was. " "Well, you'll have lots of time down there. And I’m off to America, and if my steamer goes to the bottom of the Atlantic I’ll thank the Lord for it. He contrasted the lot of women in general with the lot of men, presented men as patient, self-immolating martyrs, and women as the pampered favorites of Nature.
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