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As from time to time in our delicate communion she turned her face to me with the parody of a look I lost none of the signs of its strange new glory. The expression of the eyes was a rub of pastel from a master's thumb; the whole head, stamped with a sort of showy suffering, had gained a fineness from what she had passed through. Yes, Flora was settled for life nothing could hurt her further.
When they had left him, Francois looked at the pastel, which he had not examined for a long time. The young girl smiled at him with that smile that had first charmed him. He saw himself asking M. de Gossec, a rich merchant, for the hand of his daughter Germaine.
An exhibition of ten portraits by this artist was held in Chicago in 1903, and was favorably noticed. Mrs. Cherry resides in Houston, Texas. <b>CLEMENT, ETHEL.</b> This artist has received several awards from California State fair exhibits, and her pastel portrait of her mother was hung on the line at the Salon of 1898. Member of San Francisco Art Association and of the Sketch Club of that city.
Miss Snell, who rustled about in stiff black silk and bugles, seemed quite oblivious to her friend's want of taste; she was all excitement, for her pastel portrait by some hideous mistake had been accepted and hung in one of the exhibitions, and the girls went together on varnishing-day to see it.
Wishing to give me a lesson in values one day as he was painting, he turned his palette over and painted a complete little scheme of a picture on the back of it, suggested by the subject before us as we looked out of the studio window. He showed me his studies from nature, mere notes of form and of local color and pastel.
Is it necessary to say that between the two windows was a fine pastel by Latour representing the famous Admiral de Portenduere, the rival of the Suffren, Guichen, Kergarouet and Simeuse naval heroes? On the paneled wall opposite to the fireplace were portraits of the Vicomte de Portenduere and of the mother of the old lady, a Kergarouet-Ploegat.
"I wouldn't scream," replied Jane, while the pale cast of resolution hardened her small flat features, "not not if he killed me. My one comfort," she added pathetically, "is that only you and mother know how he treats me." Her pretty vacant face with its faded bloom resembled a pastel portrait in which the artist had forgotten to paint an expression.
"That's what the telephoning was about," said Tommy, speaking loudly against the hubbub. "He hasn't come yet. He had to rush off this afternoon to do pastel portraits of two Russian princesses at St. Germain, and he hasn't got back yet. The telephone was to say that he's started."
It was our pretty pastel artist whose wonderful locks disturbed all the daubers in the museum, and which made colorists out of Signol's pupils themselves. Maurice approached the copyist, and then both exclaimed at once: "Mademoiselle Maria!" "Monsieur Maurice!" She had recognized him so quickly and with such a charming smile, she had not, then, forgotten him?
Yes, she felt better than for a long time, and Ewell was exactly suited to her health. "Is that pastel yours, Olga? Admirable! The best thing of yours I ever saw." And Olga, who had thought her pastel worthless, saw all at once that it really was not bad; she glowed with gratification.
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