Do you think that I shall ever make an actress, my friend?” “I doubt it,” he answered bluntly. Nature is a mother; her sympathies have always been feminist, and she has tempered the man to the shorn woman. Of course he hadn't played the game wisely. Ill-drawn, without method or sense of proportion, you have put wonderful things on to canvas, have drawn them out of yourself, notwithstanding your mechanical inefficiency. Tell me that again.
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