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With this view also he has detailed many facts hitherto passed over in silence, or vaguely noticed by historians, probably because they might be deemed instances of error or misconduct on the part of Columbus; but he who paints a great man merely in great and heroic traits, though he may produce a fine picture, will never present a faithful portrait.
"What is telepathy, then?" asked little Miss Brush, who paints miniatures. "I can't describe a thing that doesn't exist," replied Mrs. Quigg. "The word means feeling at a distance, does it not, professor?" Harris, a teacher of English, who seldom took a serious view of anything, answered, "I should call it a long-distance touch." "Do you believe in hypnotism, Dr.
Using the interpreter for his pattern, Nick then set to work with grease paints, powders, false hair, and the like, and at the end of twenty minutes he had, with most artistic skill, converted himself into a startling likeness of his model. The addition of the garments already provided for him made the remarkable transformation absolutely complete.
Her hair's so nice an' black an' her teeth so white, I 'low the red would look best." Mrs. Wiggs gazed at her daughter with adoring eyes. "Ain't that the artis' stickin' out through her? Couldn't you tell she handles paints? Up at the fact'ry she's got a fine job, paints flowers an' wreaths on to bath-tubs. Yes, indeed, this here red one is what you must have.
But perhaps he won't have me as I'm not a member of Parliament." "It's my sister, rather, who has got him in." "Your sister who was at your house that day? What has she to do with it?" Miriam asked. "Why she's his cousin just as I am. And in addition," Sherringham went on, "she's to be married to him." "Married really?" She had a pause, but she continued. "So he paints her, I suppose?"
All these prize Leghorns you hear about are the merest novices compared with William's protegees. Then John looks after the staggery; Henry works the coloured fountain; and Peter paints the peacocks' tails. This keeps them all busy, but James is for ever hanging about. "Almost seems as if they were yooman," he said, as we stood and listened to the rooks. "Oh, are you there, James?
"Oh! never mind that; I've got a French fellow sleeping around here somewhere," he cries, as Armand signals the sanctum is unlocked. "He always turns up if any one but HIMSELF tries to steal anything. He's got a patent on that," laughs the "Croesus of the American River." Armand paints no stroke the next day. He confers with Pere Francois.
You have bestowed much kindness upon a man whom you do not know." "My dear Reanda, who can understand you? But as for kindness, do not let me hear the word between you and me. It has no meaning. We are always good friends, as we were when I was a little girl and used to play with your paints. You have given me far more than I can ever repay you for, in your works. I do not flatter you, my friend.
Colin has used me vera hardly about this. Has he not, Tallisker?" "Yes, laird, Colin was vera wrong there. He knows it now." "What is he doing in such a grand house? How does he live?" "He is an artist a vera great one, I should say." "He paints pictures for a living! He! A Crawford o' Traquare! I'll no believe it, Tallisker." "There's naught to fret about, laird. You'll ken that some day.
Those who emphasize human nature evidently depend upon their moral intuitions to give them information as to its characteristics. It is intuition that paints for them their pattern. They do not take man as they actually find him; they call for the suppression of some traits, and the exaggeration of others. Nor are those who appeal to Nature in a wider sense less guided by moral intuitions.
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