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The painter who gave lessons to the ladies was already a man of forty, and he was strongly dragoned round by a wife almost as old, who had taken great pains to secure him for herself, and who worked him to far greater advantage in his profession than he could possibly have worked himself: she got him orders; sold his pictures, even in Boston, where they never buy American pictures; found him pupils, and kept the boldest of these from flirting with him.
Something which shared, no that reigned, serene and untroubled, upon the throne of her mind; something utterly UNCOMPREHENDING, utterly unconscious OF, cosmically blind TO all human emotion; that spread itself like a veil over her own consciousness; that PLATED her thought that was a strange word why had it come to me something that had set its mark upon her like like the gigantic claw print on the poppied field, the little print of the dragoned hall.
He arose, stiffly and stumbled toward me. Afraid? Drake afraid. Well so was I. Bitterly, TERRIBLY afraid. For what we had beheld in the dusk of that dragoned, ruined chamber was outside all experience, beyond all knowledge or dream of science. Not their shapes that was nothing. Not even that, being metal, they had moved.
The cloudy METALLIC hair billowed as though wind had blown it. From the lifted throat came a low, a vibrant cry; harmonious, weirdly disquieting, golden and sweet and laden with the eery, minor wailings of the blue valley's night, the dragoned chamber. Before the cry had ceased there poured with incredible swiftness out of the crevice score upon score of the metal things.
On a serving-table stood the piled bowls for the day, blue-and-white rice patterns, of a thin, translucent ware, showing the delicate light through the rice seeds; red-and-green dragoned bowls for the puddings; and tiny saucer-like platters for the vegetables. The tea-cups, saucered and lidded, but unhandled, stood in a row before the polished brass hot-water kettle.
The painter who gave lessons to the ladies was already a man of forty, and he was strongly dragoned round by a wife almost as old, who had taken great pains to secure him for herself, and who worked him to far greater advantage in his profession than he could possibly have worked himself: she got him orders; sold his pictures, even in Boston, where they never buy American pictures; found him pupils, and kept the boldest of these from flirting with him.
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