He savored the last solo, the coda. His eyes on Melusine, he uncocked the pistol, and then reached out to the portrait, grasping it by one edge. As for himself, there had never been a touch of it. Gerald went through all the papers in front of Gosse and that woman of his, one by one. He was accompanied by a young man of about seven-and-twenty, who carried his easel, set it in its place, laid the canvass upon it, opened the paint box, took out the brushes and palette, and, in short, paid him the most assiduous attention. He worked afternoons, when everybody else went to sleep; he worked at night under a heat-giving light, with insects buzzing and dropping about, with a blue haze of tobacco smoke that tried to get out and could not. Tomorrow you will feel like a freed woman. “I’d rather go as a chorus-girl,” she said. 8. He turned onto the long road leading to MacDowell Elementary School and pulled over in the empty lot overlooking the miniscule baseball diamond.
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