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Updated: May 21, 2025
They had all gone, and with a sigh of relief she stepped out from her hiding-place. She wandered aimlessly about for a minute or two, then came to anchor in front of Mrs. T. Van Decken's portrait. With a curious sense of detachment, she fell to criticising it afresh. It had been painted with amazing skill and insight.
Nan glanced at him delightedly. "I should love it. Only you won't paint my soul, will you, Maryon, as you did Mrs. T. Van Decken's?" His eyes narrowed a little. "I don't know, Nan. I think I should rather like to paint it. Your soul would be an intricate piece of work." "I'm sure it wouldn't make nearly as nice a picture as my face. I think it's rather a plain soul."
Van Decken's portrait prominent in the conversation. Mallory had altered in some indefinable way. In the fugitive glances she stole at him Nan could see that he was thinner, his face a trifle worn-looking, and the old whimsical light had died out of his eyes, replaced by a rather bitter sadness.
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