He was always word-building, a metaphorist, lavish with singing adjectives; but often he built in confusion because it was difficult to describe something beautiful in a new yet simple way. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. Manning’s handwriting, and opened his letter and read some lines before its import appeared. “Who will you stop with?” “I shall go on my own. He turned the water off and handed her a towel. Hogarth," replied Gay.
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