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Chapter 1

           Forthegreatplatefulofbluewaterwasbeforeher;thehoaryLighthouse,distant,austere,inthemidst;andontheright,asfarastheeyecouldsee,fadingandfalling,insoftlowpleats,thegreensandduneswiththewildflowinggrassesonthem,whichalwaysseemedtoberunningawayintosomemooncountry,uninhabitedofmen.

           Thatwastheview,shesaid,stopping,growinggreyer-eyed,thatherhusbandloved.

           Shepausedamoment.Butnow,shesaid,artistshadcomehere.Thereindeed,onlyafewpacesoff,stoodoneofthem,inPanamahatandyellowboots,seriously,softly,absorbedly,forallthathewaswatchedbytenlittleboys,withanairofprofoundcontentmentonhisroundredfacegazing,andthen,whenhehadgazed,dipping;imbuingthetipofhisbrushinsomesoftmoundofgreenorpink.SinceMr.Pauncefortehadbeenthere,threeyearsbefore,allthepictureswerelikethat,shesaid,greenandgrey,withlemon-colouredsailing-boats,andpinkwomenonthebeach.

           Buthergrandmother’sfriends,shesaid,glancingdiscreetlyastheypassed,tookthegreatestpains;firsttheymixedtheirowncolours,andthentheygroundthem,andthentheyputdampclothstokeepthemmoist.

           SoMr.

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