Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. A glance down the passage—to see that Roding was not lurking?—and her face came back to Gerald, triumph in her eyes. Looked like them statues of the Holy Mother I see about the place. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. It is enough to make a man throw away canvas and brushes into the bottomless precipices, enough to make one weep with despair at his utter and absolute impotence.
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