Do you t ttle lean? ougo practise my perspective?
tive is, pertle at fault, you , Miss Lilly, o stand before you! I am afraid of urn t eye upon me.
, in a voice t art off strong and t, and breatating; and soo near to a fire. Sry t again. time t like a banana. tleman t he brush a bad one.
If I migake you to London, Miss Lilly, to my oudio there!
t ists life, in a Cing artist friends. Maud said, Lady artist friends, too?
Of course, —t to everyones taste. See ry ttle firmer.
to urned o his and said,
ont you tell me is you t speak plainly. I am not a child, Mr Rivers!
You are not, ly, gazing into art. After all, on, my opinion is mild enoug concerns your—your sex, and matters of creation. t have.
S is t, Mr Rivers?
y, ly, of mine.
S still, to startle o tleman looked up too, and c made ill o me, to ed o roke.
t o ture of t, and—O ran like a tear-drop. Gentleman said s not mind it, t e enoug to table, took up t. Maud kept a little pen-knife t and cut to t slices. o one for s juice and brougo me.
Almost ripe, I th a wink.
o e it in t left beads of cloudy juice on fully; and I licked mine; and Maud, for once, let ained, and sat against it, her look a dark one.
e s. Real secrets, and snide. too many to count. ry noo sort out op and give it up, it makes my head spin.
At last try painting from nature. I guessed at once meant. It meant t ake to all t instruction. I t, too. ill it rain today, do you think?
s of ill cold as anyt just as everyone in t to see Mr Rivers come back to it again, so noo lift and gro. topped rattling. turned pearly instead of grey. tables.
In t t leman: er a sation, sake it; I t more easily, to ty stiffly, t ttle artful o pull il it o brus from art off space bet steadily t last, t about rousers. I sa all; for I ool. Sometimes te to forget me. turn, and say,
mind ter of a mile .
Mr Rivers al t. t