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Show me a contented artist, Mrs. Barbary, and I will show you a dabbler—a pretender, a drudge. True artists belong to a miserable race.
Whether my hackles rose faster than my curiosity, I could not say.
Come to that, he was acerbic and peculiar in equal measure, and he could raise an eyebrow as if raising a middle finger.
