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The
face
was
still
imperfect
;
but
gradually
,
by
a
magic
touch
,
intelligence
and
sensibility
brightened
through
the
features
,
with
all
the
effect
of
light
gleaming
forth
from
within
the
solid
oak
.
The
face
became
alive
.
It
was
a
beautiful
,
though
not
precisely
regular
and
somewhat
haughty
aspect
,
but
with
a
certain
piquancy
about
the
eyes
and
mouth
,
which
,
of
all
expressions
,
would
have
seemed
the
most
impossible
to
throw
over
a
wooden
countenance
.
And
now
,
so
far
as
carving
went
,
this
wonderful
production
was
complete
.
"
Drowne
,
"
said
Copley
,
who
had
hardly
missed
a
single
day
in
his
visits
to
the
carver
’
s
workshop
,
"
if
this
work
were
in
marble
it
would
make
you
famous
at
once
;
nay
,
I
would
almost
affirm
that
it
would
make
an
era
in
the
art
.
It
is
as
ideal
as
an
antique
statue
,
and
yet
as
real
as
any
lovely
woman
whom
one
meets
at
a
fireside
or
in
the
street
.
But
I
trust
you
do
not
mean
to
desecrate
this
exquisite
creature
with
paint
,
like
those
staring
kings
and
admirals
yonder
?
"
"
Not
paint
her
!
"
exclaimed
Captain
Hunnewell
,
who
stood
by
;
"
not
paint
the
figure
-
head
of
the
Cynosure
!
And
what
sort
of
a
figure
should
I
cut
in
a
foreign
port
with
such
an
unpainted
oaken
stick
as
this
over
my
prow
!
She
must
,
and
she
shall
,
be
painted
to
the
life
,
from
the
topmost
flower
in
her
hat
down
to
the
silver
spangles
on
her
slippers
.
"
"
Mr
.
Copley
,
"
said
Drowne
,
quietly
,
"
I
know
nothing
of
marble
statuary
,
and
nothing
of
the
sculptor
’
s
rules
of
art
;
but
of
this
wooden
image
,
this
work
of
my
hands
,
this
creature
of
my
heart
,
"
—
and
here
his
voice
faltered
and
choked
in
a
very
singular
manner
,
—
"
of
this
—
of
her
—
I
may
say
that
I
know
something
.
A
well
-
spring
of
inward
wisdom
gushed
within
me
as
I
wrought
upon
the
oak
with
my
whole
strength
,
and
soul
,
and
faith
.
Let
others
do
what
they
may
with
marble
,
and
adopt
what
rules
they
choose
.
If
I
can
produce
my
desired
effect
by
painted
wood
,
those
rules
are
not
for
me
,
and
I
have
a
right
to
disregard
them
.
"
"
The
very
spirit
of
genius
,
"
muttered
Copley
to
himself
.
"
How
otherwise
should
this
carver
feel
himself
entitled
to
transcend
all
rules
,
and
make
me
ashamed
of
quoting
them
?
"
He
looked
earnestly
at
Drowne
,
and
again
saw
that
expression
of
human
love
which
,
in
a
spiritual
sense
,
as
the
artist
could
not
help
imagining
,
was
the
secret
of
the
life
that
had
been
breathed
into
this
block
of
wood
.
The
carver
,
still
in
the
same
secrecy
that
marked
all
his
operations
upon
this
mysterious
image
,
proceeded
to
paint
the
habiliments
in
their
proper
colors
,
and
the
countenance
with
Nature
’
s
red
and
white
.
When
all
was
finished
he
threw
open
his
workshop
,
and
admitted
the
towns
people
to
behold
what
he
had
done
.
Most
persons
,
at
their
first
entrance
,
felt
impelled
to
remove
their
hats
,
and
pay
such
reverence
as
was
due
to
the
richly
-
dressed
and
beautiful
young
lady
who
seemed
to
stand
in
a
corner
of
the
room
,
with
oaken
chips
and
shavings
scattered
at
her
feet
.
Then
came
a
sensation
of
fear
;
as
if
,
not
being
actually
human
,
yet
so
like
humanity
,
she
must
therefore
be
something
preternatural
.
There
was
,
in
truth
,
an
indefinable
air
and
expression
that
might
reasonably
induce
the
query
,
Who
and
from
what
sphere
this
daughter
of
the
oak
should
be
?
The
strange
,
rich
flowers
of
Eden
on
her
head
;
the
complexion
,
so
much
deeper
and
more
brilliant
than
those
of
our
native
beauties
;
the
foreign
,
as
it
seemed
,
and
fantastic
garb
,
yet
not
too
fantastic
to
be
worn
decorously
in
the
street
;
the
delicately
-
wrought
embroidery
of
the
skirt
;
the
broad
gold
chain
about
her
neck
;
the
curious
ring
upon
her
finger
;
the
fan
,
so
exquisitely
sculptured
in
open
work
,
and
painted
to
resemble
pearl
and
ebony
;
—
where
could
Drowne
,
in
his
sober
walk
of
life
,
have
beheld
the
vision
here
so
matchlessly
embodied
!
And
then
her
face
!
In
the
dark
eyes
,
and
around
the
voluptuous
mouth
,
there
played
a
look
made
up
of
pride
,
coquetry
,
and
a
gleam
of
mirthfulness
,
which
impressed
Copley
with
the
idea
that
the
image
was
secretly
enjoying
the
perplexing
admiration
of
himself
and
other
beholders
.
"
And
will
you
,
"
said
he
to
the
carver
,
"
permit
this
masterpiece
to
become
the
figure
-
head
of
a
vessel
?
Give
the
honest
captain
yonder
figure
of
Britannia
—
it
will
answer
his
purpose
far
better
—
and
send
this
fairy
queen
to
England
,
where
,
for
aught
I
know
,
it
may
bring
you
a
thousand
pounds
.
"
