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Portrait of E. Nesbit E. Nesbit Daphne in Fitzroy Street — XXVI … (1909)

It was in this garden that Henry, sitting dejected on a stone seat that had been part of a Roman pillar, saw suddenly, beneath dazzling green and gold of moving leaves, Daphne of Fitzroy Street, moving toward him with sunshine in her hair as it had always been, and in her eyes, as always, the light of life.
So the time had come. He had known that it must come. One would have to learn to meet her as one meets people who have not the light of life in their eyes.
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Portrait of E. Nesbit E. Nesbit Daphne in Fitzroy Street — XXVI … (1909)

NEWS travels by odd channels—Things “get round,” as we say. And by one channel or another came to Henry the news of Daphne’s marriage to Stephen St. Hilary. It must have come from some acquaintance, if one comes to think of it, because it came to him in the street. He was on his way to a picture gallery, where there was a show by a new man, a genius. The tidings did not turn him aside from his purpose. He heard it, dropped a few banal flowers of speech on the bride’s path, and went on to his picture gallery.
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Portrait of E. Nesbit E. Nesbit Daphne in Fitzroy Street — XXVI … (1909)

It hurt me to hurt them and that made it seem noble, a sort of martyrdom, you know, for the sake of that damned art-fetish, as if art that was worth its salt couldn’t take care of itself without being kept in cotton wool. As if you could divorce art from life without ruining both. As if art wasn’t strong enough to live out of doors.
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