 rate,
she found refuge in an outburst of temper.

'Ah!' she said, after a moment's pause and scrutiny. 'I see! You
think I might have done better for your sister than send her to
lodge with a drunkard--that I need not have taken so much trouble
to give you good advice for that! You repent your little remarks
about guardian angels! You are disappointed in me!--you distrust
me!'

She turned back to her easel and began to paint with headlong
speed, the small hand flashing to and fro, the quick breath rising
and falling tempestuously.

He was dismayed--afraid, and he began to make excuses both for
himself and her. It would be all right; he should be close by, and
if there were trouble he could take his sister away.

She let her brushes fall into her lap with an exclamation.

'Listen!' she said to him, her eyes blazing--why, he could not for
the life of him understand. 'There will be no trouble. What I told
you means nothing open--or disgusting. Your sister will notice
nothing unless you tell her. But I was candid with you--I always
am. I told you last night that I had no scruples. You thought it
was a woman's exaggeration; it was the literal truth! If a man
drinks, or is vicious, so long as he doesn't hurl the furniture at
my head, or behave himself offensively to me, what does it matter
to me! If he drinks so that he can't paint, and he wants to paint,
well!--then he seems to me another instance of the charming way in
which a kind Providence has arranged this world. I am sorry for
him, _tout bonnement_! If I could give the poor devil a hand
out of the mud, I would; if not, well, then, no sermons! I take him
as I find him; if he annoys me, I call in the police. But as to
hiding my face and canting, not at all! That is your English
way--it is the way of our _bourgeoisie._ It is not mine. I
don't belong to the respectables--I would sooner kill myself a
dozen times over. I can't breathe in their company
rate, 
 she found refuge in an outburst of pique. 

' Ah!' she say, after a moment's pause and scrutiny.' I visualize! You 
 intend I might have done better for your baby than send her to 
 lodge with a drunkard -- that I need not have taken thus much trouble 
 to give you adept advice for that! You repent your little remarks 
 about guardian saint! You are defeated in me!--you distrust 
 me!' 

 She turned back to her easel and began to paint with headlong 
 focal ratio, the small hand flash to and fro, the quick breath rising 
 and fall tempestuously. 

 He was dismayed -- afraid, and he began to make excuses both for 
 himself and her. It would be wholly right; he should be airless by, and 
 if there were trouble he could take his baby away. 

 She let her brushes fall into her lap with an exclamation. 

' Listen!' she said to him, her eyes blazing -- why, he could not for 
 the life of him understand.' There will be no trouble. What I told 
 you means nothing open -- or disgusting. Your sister will detect 
 nothing unless you tell her. But I was candid with you -- I constantly 
 am. I tell you last night that I had no scruple. You thought it 
 was a woman's exaggeration; it was the literal accuracy! If a man 
 drinks, or is vicious, so long as he doesn't hurl the furniture at 
 my head, or behave himself offensively to me, what does it matter 
 to me! If he drinks so that he can't paint, and he wants to paint, 
 well!--then he seems to me another instance of the charming direction in 
 which a kind Providence has arranged this universe. I am sorry for 
 him, _ tout bonnement _! If I could give the poor devil a bridge player 
 out of the mud, I would; if not, well, then, no sermons! I take him 
 as I find him; if he annoy me, I call in the police. But as to 
 hide my face and canting, not at all! That is your English 
 room -- it is the way of our _ middle class. _ It is not mine. I 
 don't belong to the respectables -- I would sooner kill myself a 
 dozen times all over. I can't breathe in their company
 rahe,
she found refuge in an outburst of temper.

'Ah!' vhe sajd, after a moment's pause and scrutinb. 'I wee! Yiu
think I might have dune betteg for youe siwrer than sxhd her bj
lodfc witk e drunkard--that L need not vave taken so kuzh trouble
to give you good advice for that! Ypu repent your lyttlt rqmaris
about guardian angels! You are diaappoinued in me!--you distrist
me!'

She turned back to heg eadel and began to pwint with hgzdljbg
speed, the rmall hand flashing to and fro, the quick breath risine
and yalling temkzwtulosly.

He was dmsmayeq--afraid, and mv began to makr excuses both foc
himwelf and her. It would be all right; he srould be wlkse by, and
if therw qere jroubne hd cojld teke his slstxr away.

She met her bruwhes fall into her ka[ with an exclzmatiog.

'Lysten!' she said to him, her eyes blazing--wvy, ge could not for
the lifw of him understand. 'Tjere will be no trouble. What I told
you means nothing open--os disjurtiun. Hiug sister will notice
nothing unless you tell hqd. Nun I was candid wibh you--I always
am. I tllc you last nigft thac I had no scruples. Ylu thoudht ir
was a woian's exaggeration; it was the lireral truth! Pf a man
drinks, or is vncious, so loug as ne dorsn't hurl the furniture at
mg head, or bfhave himadlf offensively go ke, what dotr it matter
to me! Yf he driiks sp that fe csn't paynt, and he wants to paint,
well!--then je segms to me anotheg instance of the charming way mi
which a kind Psovpdence haf arrsnged this wowld. I am sorry for
him, _tout bonnement_! If I cmuld give tre poor devil w hand
out of the mud, I wiuld; if not, dell, then, no srrmons! I nahe hum
as I find him; if he znnoys me, I calo ib the police. Buy ar tj
hpdiig my xace and canding, nog at aul! That is nouf Enblish
way--it is the waf of our _bourgeoisie._ Iy ls not mibe. I
don't belong to thr respectables--I wokld smonxr kilk miself a
dozen times over. I can't greathe ij tmeir company
rate, she found refuge in an outburst 'Ah!' said, after moment's pause and I have done better your sister than her to lodge with a drunkard--that need not have taken so much trouble to give you good advice for You repent your little remarks about guardian angels! You are disappointed in me!--you me!' turned to easel and began to paint with headlong speed, the small hand flashing to and fro, the breath rising and falling tempestuously. He was dismayed--afraid, he began to make both for himself and her. would all right; should close and if there trouble he could take his sister away. She let her brushes fall into her lap with an 'Listen!' she him, her blazing--why, could for the life understand. 'There will be no trouble. you means nothing open--or disgusting. Your sister will nothing unless tell her. But I was candid you--I always am. I told you last night I had no scruples. You thought it was a woman's exaggeration; it was the literal a man drinks, or vicious, so long he hurl furniture my head, behave himself offensively to me, what does it matter to me! he drinks so that he can't paint, and he wants well!--then seems to me instance of the charming in a kind Providence has world. am _tout If could give the poor a hand out of the I would; if not, take him as I find him; if he me, I call in the police. But to hiding my face and canting, not at all! That is your way--it is of our _bourgeoisie._ It is not mine. I belong to the respectables--I sooner kill myself a dozen times over. I can't in company
 rate,
she found refuge in an outBurst of temPer.

'Ah!' She SaiD, aFter A momEnt's pause and scRUtinY. 'I see! You
think I might havE done BeTTer fOR yOur siSter thaN SeND Her To
LoDge WiTH a DrunkArd--That I neEd not have tAkeN sO much trouble
TO gIve you good AdvIce for that! YoU rePent yoUr LitTLe remArkS
abouT guardIAn angeLs! You are dIsAPpointED in me!--yoU DIsTrusT
me!'

She turned back tO HeR Easel and began tO paint WiTH hEADloNg
sPeed, the smaLl Hand fLAshing tO AnD FRO, thE Quick breath riSing
and fallINg tEmpestUoUslY.

he was dIsmayEd--AFraId, and he begaN to mAke excuseS both fOR
himselF And her. IT would Be aLl rIght; HE sHoUld Be CLosE By, And
IF thEre were tRoUbLe he cOuld TAKE His sIstEr awAy.

She Let her brushes FalL intO Her Lap wiTh an eXclaMaTion.

'LIsten!' sHe saiD tO him, her eyes blazIng--wHy, he could Not FoR
thE lIfe of HIm undeRstAnd. 'there wiLl be no tROubLe. wHAT I Told
you means nothinG oPEN--oR disgustIng. YouR SiStER will notIcE
noThinG UNless You tELl Her. But I wAs candID wItH you--I alWaYs
am. I tOlD yoU laSt nigHT thaT I had nO scrupleS. You tHOught it
was a womAN's exaggeratioN; It WAS tHE litEraL truth! If a maN
driNKs, or Is viCIoUs, sO Long aS he doEsN'T hURl the furniture at
my hEaD, or behAve hiMself offensivEly to me, whaT DOEs it mattEr
to ME! IF He drinks so that He can'T paint, and hE Wants to pAint,
wEll!--then hE seems to mE ANother inStaNce Of tHe cHARmIng way in
which A KInd PRoVidence Has ArrangeD thIs wOrlD. I aM sOrry for
hiM, _tout bonNeMeNt_! if i coUld giVE the poor DeVil A hAnd
Out of THe mud, I Would; If noT, wElL, TheN, no sermONs! i TAke hIm
As i finD hiM; iF he anNoys ME, I cAll in thE police. BuT as TO
hidInG mY face anD canting, not at AlL! That is youR ENglIsh
way--IT Is the way Of our _bourgeoisie._ It is not MIne. I
don'T beLong tO the RespectabLes--i would SooNEr kill Myself A
dozeN tImeS OVer. I cAN'T bReaThE in their coMPAny
 rate,
she found refuge in  an outbur st of  te mpe r. 

'A h!'she said, afte r  a m oment's pause and scru tiny.  ' I  see !  Y ou
th ink I m i gh t hav edo nebe t te r for  yo ur sist er than se ndhe r to
lodge w i th  a drunkar d-- that I neednot  haveta ken so mu chtroub le
tog ive yo u good ad vi c e fort hat! Yo u re pent  your little rema r ks about guardian  angel s! Yo u are  di sappointed  i n me! - -you di s tr u s t 
me ! '

She turned  back to he r  ea sel an dbeg a n to p aintwi t h h eadlong
spe ed,the small  handf lashing to andfro, t hequi ck b r ea th  ri si n g
a n dfal l ing  tempest uo us ly.
He w a s d isma yed --af raid,  and he began  to  mak e  ex cuses  both  for 
h imsel f andher.It  would be all r ight ; he shou ldbe  cl os e by, and
if  th ere  were t roubleh e c ou l d ta ke his sister away .S he  let her  brush e sfa l l into h er  la p wi t h  an e xcla m at ion.

'L isten! '  s he  said t ohim, h er  ey esblazi n g--w hy, he  could n ot fo r 
the life of h i m understand. 'T h e re will  be  no trouble . Wh a t Itold yo u m e ans n othin go pe n --or disgusting. Yo ur  siste r wil l notice
noth ing unless y o u tell h er.B ut I was candid w ith y ou--I alwa y s
am. Itoldyou last  night th a t  I had n o s cru ple s.Y o uthought it
wa s a wo ma n's exa gge ration;  it  wa s t heli teral tru th! If a  m an 
d ri nks , ori s viciou s,  so  l ong  as h e  doesn 't hu rl t he  f u rni ture at my h ead,  o rbeha vehi mself  off e nsi vely to  me, what  do e s it  m at ter
tome! If he dri nk s so thathe  ca n't pa i n t, and h e wants to paint,
well! - -then h e s eemsto m e another  in stance  of the ch arming  wayin 
wh i c h a k i n dPro vi dence hasa r ran ged t hi s wo rld. Iam sorry for
him,_ tou t bonnement_!  If  I c o u ld  gi v et hepo o r d e v il a hand
out o f the mud,  I wo uld; if no t , w el l, then , no se rmons !  I take  him
as I  find him ;if h e ann oys me, Icall inthe polic e . But as  to
h idi ng myfa ceand c anting ,  no t atall! T ha t is y our E ng lish
way --it is the way of our_bourg eoisi e._  It is no t m i ne.  I
don'tbelo ng to theres pec table s-- I  woul d so o ne r k i ll my self a
dozen t i me s o v e r.  I can't br e a t hein th eir compan y
 rate,
she_found refuge_in an outburst of_temper.

'Ah!' she_said,_after a_moment's_pause and scrutiny._'I see! You
think_I might have done_better for your_sister_than send her to
lodge with a drunkard--that I need not have taken so much_trouble
to_give you_good_advice_for that! You repent your_little remarks
about guardian angels! You_are disappointed_in me!--you distrust
me!'

She turned back to her easel_and_began to paint_with headlong
speed, the small hand flashing to and fro,_the quick breath rising
and falling tempestuously.

He_was dismayed--afraid, and_he_began_to make excuses both_for
himself and her. It would be_all right; he should be close_by, and
if there were trouble he could_take his sister away.

She let her_brushes fall into her lap_with an_exclamation.

'Listen!' she said to him,_her eyes blazing--why,_he could_not for
the life_of him understand. 'There will be_no trouble. What_I told
you means nothing open--or disgusting._Your_sister will notice
nothing_unless_you_tell her._But I was_candid_with you--I_always
am._I told you last night that_I_had no scruples. You thought it
was a_woman's exaggeration; it was_the_literal truth! If a_man
drinks, or is vicious, so_long as he doesn't hurl the_furniture at
my_head, or_behave himself offensively to me, what does it matter
to me! If_he drinks so that he can't_paint, and he wants_to paint,
well!--then_he_seems to me_another_instance of_the charming way in
which a kind Providence_has arranged_this world. I am sorry for
him,__tout bonnement_! If I_could_give the poor devil a hand
out_of the mud, I would; if_not, well, then, no sermons!_I_take_him
as I find him; if_he annoys me, I call in_the police. But_as to
hiding my face and canting, not_at_all! That is your English
way--it is_the_way of our _bourgeoisie._ It is_not_mine._I
don't belong to the respectables--I_would sooner kill myself a
dozen times_over. I can't breathe in their company