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"It is not too late to repair the wrong I have done my nephew," cried Trenchard. Eggs were procured for her, and she sat out the subsequent emotions and eloquence with the dignity becoming an injured lady of good family. “Umph!” he said, and regarded his letter doubtfully before consigning it to the pillar-box. 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. It came with an extreme effect of re-discovery, a remarkable novelty. “Well,” she said, “good-night, father.
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