London (England) -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Women artists -- Fiction
pictures, nicknacks, hangings, and other minor accessories of furnished
apartments Clytie had returned to Mrs. Gurkins' keeping, on the plea
that she scarcely had room for her own--which was true; and, by some
miraculous art of persuasion, she had induced Mr. Gurkins to remove the
nerve-shattering chandelier, on the ground that she could not work by
gaslight--which was not true. She hung thick curtains over the door
to keep out noise and odour, broke up the rigidity of the furniture by
screens, small tables, and plants, and painted a long panel for the old
cottage piano that made it look fresh and companionable. When all the
arrangements were completed the room appeared dainty and homelike,
bearing, however, here and there, in bold notes of colour, folds of
drapery, and odd bits of semi-impressionist painting, a peculiar impress
of its tenant's personality.
She was living at last the life she had so passionately longed
for. There was not a human being to control her actions, not a
conventionality to check the utterance of her thoughts. During her
early days here she almost felt tempted to hang up her latchkey over the
mantelpiece as a glorious symbol of liberty. It seemed not only to serve
to give her entrance to her own modest home, but to be the power that
would unlock the heart of the great London that lay before her.
From the first she had little difficulty in finding work. Dealers
bought small pictures and gave her orders. She also pleased a firm
of publishers to whom she had gone with letters of introduction and
specimens of her draughtsmanship, and obtained work in the way of book
and magazine illustrating. Her earnings were not large, but there was
the promise of success to come. At the end of two years her income was
large enough to have enabled her to move from the King's Road into a
more refined locality; but she had grown accustomed to its noise and
rattle, and to the hurried, joyless stream of life that flowed along it
day by day. And Mrs. Gurkins understood her tastes and habits, a quality
in a landlady appreciated by women as well as men. So she stayed on.
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