"I've done all I can to the portrait here. And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered. Each manuscript was like the other: the same lovely treatment of an unlovely subject. I felt suddenly I understood you—as an intelligent person. The road from Surbiton and Epsom ran under the arch, and, like a bright fungoid growth in the ditch, there was now appearing a sort of fourth estate of little redand-white rough-cast villas, with meretricious gables and very brassy windowblinds. He next searched for his stockings and shoes, and when found, put them on. He will tell you confidentially that he simply hates the place. ’ ‘What?’ Appalled, Gerald could only gaze at her.
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