... But in the evening there was too much always to be hunted out, of city; or watched, of hills, or sunset; and I rarely drew, - to my sorrow, now. I wish I knew less, and had drawn more.
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... But in the evening there was too much always to be hunted out, of city; or watched, of hills, or sunset; and I rarely drew, - to my sorrow, now. I wish I knew less, and had drawn more.