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Until quite recently this portrait's features had been well-nigh extinguished under the accumulated soot and tarnish of many decades, but Eben had revered them with that veneration of ancestor-worship which is an egoism overflowing the boundaries of a single generation.
When Herr Katschuka looked up from his easel, his dark-red chalk drew such a streak across the portrait's brow, that it would be hard for bread-crumbs to get it out, and he rose involuntarily from his seat before Timéa. Every one rose at the sight of the girl, even Athalie. Who can she be?
At the sound of cracking cloth, they turned back, horrified. They saw her, with an insane violence, thrust her hands into the gaping hole that had been the portrait's face and, tearing the canvas from end to end, fall upon the shreds with teeth and talon. All but Fallères flung themselves toward her, dragging her away.
It was the portrait of the beautiful young girl with the turban Cassia Boccanera the forerunner, the amorosa and avengeress. Again was Pierre struck by the portrait's resemblance to Benedetta, and, thinking aloud, he resumed: "Passion always proves the stronger; there invariably comes a moment when one succumbs "
So saying, she climbed on a chair, and, reaching upward, pressed her finger against the portrait's right eye. As she did so, a spring was set in motion, and the picture slid upwards, taking the top line of the heavy oak frame with it, and leaving the remaining three sides in their place, disclosing a cavity in the wall.
"Good soup, isn't it?" She made no answer to this. After a silence she said: "Why were you so late?" "To give you time to study the evening paper." "Were you working?" "No cursing." "Why?" "This damned portrait's going to be no good either!" "Then you'd better give it up." He shot a piercing glance at her. "It isn't my way to give things up once I've put my hand to them," he observed drily.
Of course you can't paint it, but unless it, so to speak, glimmers through the work, your portrait's dead." "I don't quite understand; but sometimes things do give you an impression you can't analyze," Dick replied. "Well, allowing for poor workmanship, all you see here's harmonious.
It was the portrait of the beautiful young girl with the turban Cassia Boccanera the forerunner, the amorosa and avengeress. Again was Pierre struck by the portrait's resemblance to Benedetta, and, thinking aloud, he resumed: "Passion always proves the stronger; there invariably comes a moment when one succumbs "
But now, though he extolled the charms of the Château de la Roche, and made light of the expenses of restoration, as they rode down the avenue under the olive trees, Virginia was too much occupied with the mystery of the house and the portrait's original to observe the young man's manner. It did not escape Lady Gardiner's observation, however, and her thoughts were troubled.
She now shrank back against this wall, as if she were trying to get through it. The edge of the portrait's frame tilted her hat out of the straight, but in this supreme moment she did not even notice it. "Er how do you do?" she said. If she had not been an exceedingly pretty girl, one would have said that she spoke squeakily.
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