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