Some of my schemes are already in hand. They were sounding more and more like Civic every day. But she disapproved more and more of her own mental austerity. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of determined women at war with the universe. His eyes closed. Once he chuckled aloud. "Does your father doubt it? Speak! tell me!" Winifred made no answer. These were his mistresses, Poll Maggot and Edgeworth Bess. A middle-aged countrywoman, plump of cheek, and a little shy.
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