I looked at him fiercely. “Do you accuse me of bourgeois art?”

“I accuse you!” he answered, then held up the photograph of Dick’s bust.

“I do not accuse you of embellishing this, but I pray you not to

embellish me.”

He then looked at Winston. “Is that Churchill himself? You have

embellished him.” He seemed to have this on the brain.

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