"Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers. A pig, yes, a little. A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. She sat down awkwardly and helplessly on one of the little stools by her table and covered her face with her hands.
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