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Having said this, he took his hat, which lay on the table beside my

palette Once more he looked at the portrait

"She IS lovely," he murmured "She is well named the Rose of the

World, indeed!"

"And may I not paint one like it for you?"

"CUI BONO? No"

He drew over the picture the sheet of thin paper on which I was

accusto, to prevent the cardboard

fro sullied What he suddenly saw on this blank paper, it

was iht his eye He

took it up with a snatch; he looked at the edge; then shot a glance

at lance

that seemed to take and make note of every point in my shape, face,