But her grandmother’s friends, she said, glancingdiscreetly as they passed, took the greatest pains;first they mixed their own colours, and then theyground them, and then they put damp cloths to keepthem moist.

So Mr. Tansley supposed she meant him to seethat that man’s picture was skimpy, was that whatone said? The colours weren’t solid? Was that whatone said? Under the influence of that extraordinaryemotion which had been growing all the walk, hadbegun in the garden when he had wanted to takeher bag, had increased in the town when he hadwanted to tell her everything about himself, he wascoming to see himself, and everything he hadever known gone crooked a little. It was awfullystrange.

There he stood in the parlour of the poky littlehouse where she had taken him, waiting for her,while she went upstairs a moment to see a woman.He heard her quick step above; heard her voicecheerful, then low; looked at the mats, tea-caddies,glass shades; waited quite impatiently; looked for-ward eagerly to the walk home; determined to carryher bag; then heard her come out; shut a door; say

they must keep the windows open and the

doors shut, ask at the house for anything they

wanted (she must be talking to a child) when, sud-24

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