Her fingers clutched the side of the door as though to steady herself. The Palazzo was unlike anything she had ever known. They were properly brought up, and sat still and straight, and took the luck fate brought them as gentlewomen should. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost paradise. “You call yourself an artist— but you have no temperament. “Before this there was a sort of restraint—a make-believe. " "As you please, Sir," replied the tapstress, coolly. ’ ‘Because I was a servant in the vicomte’s house? Things have changed. There was no way of recalling the words; so she waited. Ms. Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. I have strength enough to drag myself there, and I do not want to return.
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