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"Then in God's nao to the devil

There's Madanolle; because she keeps up her o to chaos And she's more of a musician than you

are a painter"

"She isn't a musician, and I' that I let things go"

"On account of what, then?"

"Oh! I don't know Let me alone; you bother me"

It sometimes entered Mr Pontellier'sa little unbalanced mentally He could see plainly that she

was not herself That is, he could not see that she was beco aside that fictitious self which we assuarment hich to appear before the world

Her husband let her alone as she requested, and went away to his office

Edna went up to her atelier--a bright rooy and interest, without acco, however, which satisfied her even in the sree For

a time she had the whole household enrolled in the service of art The

boys posed for her They thought it a at first, but the occupation

soon lost its attractiveness when they discovered that it was not a gaed especially for their entertainment The quadroon sat for hours

before Edna's palette, patient as a savage, while the house--room went undusted But the

housemaid, too, served her ter woman's back and shoulders were molded on classic lines, and that

her hair, loosened fro cap, beca low the little air, "Ah! si tu savais!"