Once I turned a zinc pail down over the head of a widow tenant. She was on the top step of my back stair; I was on the landing above. She would neither pay nor go. The law had told me I must retain certain of her…
Nice-looking couple. He had a courtesy that was slightly foreign. She blushed readily and was gentle, had dainty smartness from shoes to the chic little hat that looked to have flown to the top of her head and perched there at just the right angle. In my…
It was strange that the first and only specially built, specially lighted studio I ever owned should have been a torment for me to work in. Through the studio only could you enter my four-room flat. A tap at the door-I was caught there at my easel; I…
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