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Celibates by George (George Augustus) Moore
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the old school, it is true, but his work is interesting all the same.'

The English and American girls were dressed like Elsie and Cissy in
cheap linen dresses; one of the French artists was living with a
cocotte. She was dressed more elaborately; somewhat like Mildred,
Elsie remarked, and the girls laughed, and sat down to their bowls of
coffee.

Morton and Elsie's young man were almost the last to arrive. Swinging
their paint-boxes they came forward talking gaily.

'Yours is the best looking,' said Elsie.

'Perhaps you'd like to get him from me.'

'No, I never do that.'

'What about Rose?'

Mildred bit her lips, and Elsie couldn't help thinking, 'How cruel she
is, she likes to make that poor little thing miserable. It's only
vanity, for I don't suppose she cares for Morton.'

Those who were painting in the adjoining fields and forest said they
would be back to the second breakfast at noon, those who were going
further, and whose convenience it did not suit to return, took
sandwiches with them. Morton was talking to Rose, but Mildred soon got
his attention.

'You're going to paint in the forest,' she said, 'I wonder what your
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