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It was astonishingly good, vigorous and solid; better than all, it had that feeling for form that makes just the difference between the amateur and the genuine artist. By this time Vandover's interest began to flag. Four times he had drawn and redrawn the articulation of the model's left shoulder.
I watched for the effect of this sudden change of programme, when it should reach the calm stillness of the Model's interior apprehension, as a boy watches for the splash of a stone which he has dropped into a well.
"For assaultin' of her; I was witness to his battery." "Why did he assault her?" Creed looked at her, and, wagging his head, answered: "That's best known to them as caused of it." The little model's face went the colour of carnations. "I can't help what he does," she said. "What should I want him for a man like that? It wouldn't be him I'd want!"
"He's a Russian refugee," she said, triumphantly, and as she quickly covered her work again, and they passed out through the little side entrance, she told them the tragic scrap of the model's history that had sifted through the gossip of the work room. "I see why Judy is so keen on the fine arts just now," teased David as he dropped into step again. "Lots of material for current fiction, eh, Ju?"
And all of them are written in his horrible face. To see them together, friendly, reparteeing, chummy, would turn your stomach Barbara so exquisite and high-born, and the man, his eyes full of evil fires, sitting like a great toad on the model's chair. And at that good God, you might stand it, if he was a whole man! But he isn't. It's horrible!
While he was doing this, his model's companion came into view. She came out of the church, pausing a moment as she looked from her daughter to the young man in the corner of the terrace; then she walked straight over to the young girl. She was a delicate little gentlewoman, with a light, quick step.
A dressing table, with a triplicate mirror and a suitably shaded light, presented a spectacle reminiscent less of a model's dressing-room than of an actor's. At the expiration of some twenty-five minutes, the door of this dressing-room opened; and although Abraham Levinsky had gone in, Abraham Levinsky did not come out!
The Sunday after the Model's arrival, that lady had an attack of headache, and was obliged to shut herself up in a darkened room alone. Our two young friends took the opportunity to go together to the Church of the Galileans. They said but little going, "collecting their thoughts" for the service, I devoutly hope.
Cotoner went away with a resigned expression and when he returned an hour later, he found Renovales in the model's room arranging some clothes. The old painter lined up his packages on the table. He put the confectionery in antique plates and took the bottles out of their wrappers. "You are served, sir," he said with ironical respect. "Do you wish anything else, sir?
"Unfortunately, there's only your baby at home." Hughs motioned with his cap towards the little model's room. "I thought perhaps you'd been to see her," he said. His black eyes smouldered; there was more than class resentment in the expression of his face. Flushing slightly and giving him a keen look, Hilary passed down the stairs without replying. But Miranda had not followed.
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