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There were some chairs on this platform and a small table. A boy stood by this table with his hand on a bell. Presently he rang it, and then every one kept still. Mrs. Wood whispered to Miss Laura that this boy was the president of the band, and the young man with the pale face and curly hair who sat in front of him was Mr. Maxwell, the artist's son, who had formed this Band of Mercy.
The Jew hung his head, took from a steel-plated casket a pair of scales beautifully mounted, and said, as he adjusted them for the artist's use, "With these I do mine own experiment one hair of the high-priest's beard would turn them."
Donatello carved the wooden statue of the Magdalen which occupies one of the niches, the thin emaciated face being typical of the artist's partiality for reproducing in their smallest details the physical defects of his subject. The exterior aspect of the Baptistery does not give one the idea of a building restored in the thirteenth, but rather in the fifteenth century.
She is not game for your bag; that young lady wants a man with sixty thousand francs a year and has found him! "Why, your bed is not made!" she exclaimed, looking into the adjoining room. "Poor dear boy, I quite forgot you!" The sturdy woman pulled off her gloves, her cape and bonnet, and remade the artist's little camp bed as briskly as any housemaid.
Sometimes I think I catch a gleam of some original power at the bottom, but there is such a lack of intelligence in the artist's sense. It is a striking instance of how much and how little can be done without education. 'It is curiously bad, certainly, said Kendal, while the actress's denunciations of her lover were still ringing through the theatre. 'But look at the house!
The artist's comely face was radiant with ineffable joyousness. Leaving Lily, he reached Kenelm's side as with a single bound, shook him heartily by the hand, saying, "I find that you have already been a welcomed visitor in this house. Lily advanced, and held out her hand very timidly. Kenelm touched rather than clasped it. His own strong hand trembled like a leaf.
She bowed her head a moment to hide them, and then abruptly left the table and the room. The artist's misgivings ended in something like compunction, as he thought: "Her tears are caused by the contrast between the icy reception we gave her, and the cordial welcome we have just given Miss Burton. Confound it all!
In the case of the imitative arts, taking the given unity of the objects represented as a basis, the superior unity of the image is partly due to the singleness of the artist's interest. For art, as we know, is never the expression of mere things, but of things so far as they have value.
"I feel it to-night as I have not felt it before the artist's Paris. Mon ami" he raised a glowing face "mon ami, tell me something! Do you think I shall succeed? Do you think I possess a spark of the great fire a spark ever so tiny?" His earnestness was almost comical. He stopped and arraigned his companion, regardless of interested glances and passing smiles. "Ned, tell me! Tell me!
It was a disappointment to her to find it locked, but Bias did not heed her angry complaint, and led her into the artist's sitting room, requesting her to wait for his master there. Then he hurried to the steps, and by a significant sign informed the sculptor that something important required his attention.
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