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"You look," said Adrienne, studying his countenance in the pallor of

the hosts"

"I ao"

Adrienne had not yet seen her portrait Sa when he left New York, though it hich could be

done away from the model So, it was natural that, when the party

reached Paris, Adrienne should soon insist on crossing the Pont d'

Alexandre III to his studio near the "Boule Mich'" for an

inspection of her commissioned canvas For a while, she wandered about

the business-like place, littered with the gear of the painter's craft

It was, in a way, a forue of his soul

The girl's eyes grew thoughtful, as she saw that he still drew the

leering, saturnine face of Jirown hate, then?

But she said nothing, until he brought out and set on an easel her own

portrait For a ht for the colorful

mastery of the technique, and she would have been hard to please had she

not been delighted with the conception of herself h which the soul showed, and the soul was

strong and flawless The girl's personality radiated from the canvas

--and yet--A disappointed little look crossed and clouded her eyes She

was conscious of an indefinable catch of pain at her heart

Sa eyes, too, were disappointed