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FOR two hours daily did Colin lay claim upon Phyllys, and she granted what he asked, albeit not easily. Mrs. Keith had ceased from protestation, but many obstacles were put in the way, though in a fashion hardly to be defined.
Phyllys found her first morning in the studio enchanting. Colin was at his best, ready for talk and quietly gay. She had begged to watch the process from the beginning; and she gazed with delight at his deft handling of the clay, as he filled in and covered over the light framework of lead piping, shaped roughly the shoulders over cross-pieces of wood designed for their support, and added lumps which with firm touches he formed into nose, chin, ears, giving each in turn a general resemblance to her own. It seemed that his task would be a bagatelle, he advanced so fast. When she said so, he broke into a laugh.