To stop her, Sebastian slapped her face and nearly dislocated her jaw. “You call yourself an artist— but you have no temperament. The day comes when you shall regret how you have spoken to me. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha.
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