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"
A
dangerous
woman
,
"
I
said
,
with
a
shudder
,
and
fell
to
examining
a
painting
over
the
mantel-shelf
.
It
was
a
portrait
of
a
man
,
and
had
impressed
me
favourably
because
it
was
framed
.
"
A
friend
of
hers
,
"
my
guide
informed
me
,
"
but
I
never
seed
him
.
"
I
would
have
turned
away
from
it
,
had
not
an
inscription
on
the
picture
drawn
me
nearer
.
It
was
in
a
lady
's
handwriting
,
and
these
were
the
words
:
"
Fancy
portrait
of
our
dear
unknown
.
"
Could
it
be
meant
for
me
?
I
can
not
tell
you
how
interested
I
suddenly
became
.
It
represented
a
very
fine
looking
fellow
,
indeed
,
and
not
a
day
more
than
thirty
.
"
A
friend
of
hers
,
ma'am
,
did
you
say
?
"
I
asked
quite
shakily
.
"
How
do
you
know
that
,
if
you
have
never
seen
him
?
"
"
When
master
was
painting
of
it
,
"
she
said
,
"
in
the
studio
,
he
used
to
come
running
in
here
to
say
to
her
such
like
as
,
'
What
colour
would
you
make
his
eyes
?
"'
"
And
her
reply
,
ma'am
?
"
I
asked
eagerly
.
"
She
said
,
'
Beautiful
blue
eyes
.
'
And
he
said
,
'
You
would
n't
make
it
a
handsome
face
,
would
you
?
'
and
she
says
,
'
A
very
handsome
face
.
'
And
says
he
,
'M
iddle-aged
?
'
and
says
she
,
'
Twenty-nine
.
'
And
I
mind
him
saying
,
'
A
little
bald
on
the
top
?
'
and
she
says
,
says
she
,
'N
ot
at
all
.
"'
The
dear
,
grateful
girl
,
not
to
make
me
bald
on
the
top
.
"
I
have
seed
her
kiss
her
hand
to
that
picture
,
"
said
the
maid
.
