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Updated: May 8, 2025
What is it that engrosses our fair friend more than the looking-glass? I should like to know but I cannot find out. It is an enigma as profound as that of the sphinx. Good-morning, Monsieur Gervase!" and, turning round, he addressed the artist, who just then stepped out on the terrace carrying a paintbox and a large canvas strapped together in portable form.
"Almost every day I found in my pockets, in my hat when I lifted it from the ground, in my paintbox, in my polished shoes, standing in front of my door in the morning, those little pious tracts which she no doubt, received directly from Paradise. "I treated her as one would an old friend, with unaffected cordiality.
I think you will find a box of colours, upstairs. If you mix some Vandyke brown in water, and paint her with it, and let it dry on, I should think it would do very well; though of course, it wouldn't stand washing." Bob found the paintbox, and soon mixed some paint. At half past eleven Amy came into the room, laughing a little shyly.
Arriving at the chosen scene and viewing it from the spot "from which they always take it," the unfortunate artist is stood or seated down, book in hand, complete with paintbox and water, and expected to begin. He does not have any voice in the choosing of the view. It is high noon. The sun is right in front of him and everything is so hard that even Turner could make nothing of it.
"Clisson!" Clisson jumped like a flash and marked his name on the floor in chalk before a front seat. "Caron!" Caron galloped away to secure his place. Bang! went an easel. "Nom de Dieu!" in French, "Where in h l are you goin'!" in English. Crash! a paintbox fell with brushes and all on board. "Dieu de Dieu de " spat!
There is something funny about green bice. It never will rub off; no matter how expensive your paintbox is and even boiling water is very little use. She said, 'Bother the bice! And, Oswald, it's no use thinking about that. Where are we to get a hundred pounds?
He had seen an artist sitting outside the hedge and painting the smoky city in the spring light, and had procured himself a paintbox. He sat out there every evening now, daubing away busily. He did not mean to be a sailor now! They went up past the farm and on toward the evening sun, walked hand- in-hand in the dewy grass, gazing silently in front of them.
I was there on a Sunday, and observed the rigour with which the young people were taught to observe the Sabbath; they might not cut out things, nor use their paintbox on a Sunday, and this they thought rather hard, because their cousins the John Pontifexes might do these things.
"Why, Stefan," she laughed, rather uncomfortably, "you didn't think I could draw, did you?" "No, no, it isn't that, Mary. It's just the house. I thought you might perhaps draw birds or flowers." "Birds? or flowers?" She was at a loss. "It doesn't matter; just an idea." He crumpled up the little house, and closed the paintbox.
He travelled with me from Edinburgh to London, then from London by the long sea-route to Antwerp; from Antwerp to tranquil little Roche-fort in the Belgian Ardennes; and it was not until I found myself one day with my easel and my paintbox sketching some quaint bulbous old trees in the Avenue des Tilleuls, that I woke up to the fact that I had lost him. He came back to me once more and once only.
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