[ A COWARD ]

[ THE TWILIGHT OF THE GOD ]

[ A CUP OF COLD WATER ]

[ THE PORTRAIT ]


THE GREATER INCLINATION

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THE MUSE’S TRAGEDY

Danyers afterwards liked to fancy that he had recognized Mrs. Anerton at once; but that, of course, was absurd, since he had seen no portrait of her—she affected a strict anonymity, refusing even her photograph to the most privileged—and from Mrs. Memorall, whom he revered and cultivated as her friend, he had extracted but the one impressionist phrase: “Oh, well, she’s like one of those old prints where the lines have the value of color.”