![]() ![]() ![]() ‘Not really, because it’s less than three weeks before Meg comes home again for the Winter Solstice ceremony and the Yule feasting. In fact, everything seems to have fallen into place most serendipitously.’ I summoned up the dregs of my willpower and said resolutely, ‘Professor Mayhem Doome, I’d be delighted to accept the commission and I’m sure we can come to some arrangement for early next year, but you must see that it’s quite impossible before that.’ ![]() only not right now, when I’d just got home and was at such a low ebb. Also, I’d realized that Henry Doome was the famous but reclusive poet, who, judging from his photographs, would also make an arresting subject. I remembered earlier wishing the vital spark to paint would return and I reflected you should always be careful what you wish for, because now, despite my resistance, I’d begun to really want to paint Clara. I remembered earlier wishing the vital spark to paint would return and I reflected you should always be careful what you wish for. ![]()
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