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It could be divined that she was adorably young and beautiful in her wretchedness, in the shred of linen draped about her shoulders; but a mystery enveloped everything else her passion, possibly her misfortune, perhaps even her transgression unless, indeed, she were there merely as a symbol of all that shivers and that weeps visageless before the ever closed portals of the unknown.
He could never gaze at her without pitying her, and it stirred him so much that evening to find her ever so unknown, nameless and visageless, yet steeped in the most bitter tears, that he suddenly began to question his companion. "Tell me," said he, "do you know who painted that old picture? It stirs me to the soul like a masterpiece."
It could be divined that she was adorably young and beautiful in her wretchedness, in the shred of linen draped about her shoulders; but a mystery enveloped everything else her passion, possibly her misfortune, perhaps even her transgression unless, indeed, she were there merely as a symbol of all that shivers and that weeps visageless before the ever closed portals of the unknown.
He could never gaze at her without pitying her, and it stirred him so much that evening to find her ever so unknown, nameless and visageless, yet steeped in the most bitter tears, that he suddenly began to question his companion. "Tell me," said he, "do you know who painted that old picture? It stirs me to the soul like a masterpiece."
He could never gaze at her without pitying her, and it stirred him so much that evening to find her ever so unknown, nameless and visageless, yet steeped in the most bitter tears, that he suddenly began to question his companion. "Tell me," said he, "do you know who painted that old picture? It stirs me to the soul like a masterpiece."
It could be divined that she was adorably young and beautiful in her wretchedness, in the shred of linen draped about her shoulders; but a mystery enveloped everything else her passion, possibly her misfortune, perhaps even her transgression unless, indeed, she were there merely as a symbol of all that shivers and that weeps visageless before the ever closed portals of the unknown.
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