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Having
said
this
,
he
took
his
hat
,
which
lay
on
the
table
beside
my
palette
.
Once
more
he
looked
at
the
portrait
.
"
She
is
lovely
,
"
he
murmured
.
"
She
is
well
named
the
Rose
of
the
World
,
indeed
!
"
"
And
may
I
not
paint
one
like
it
for
you
?
"
"
Cui
bono
?
No
.
"
He
drew
over
the
picture
the
sheet
of
thin
paper
on
which
I
was
accustomed
to
rest
my
hand
in
painting
,
to
prevent
the
cardboard
from
being
sullied
.
What
he
suddenly
saw
on
this
blank
paper
,
it
was
impossible
for
me
to
tell
;
but
something
had
caught
his
eye
.
He
took
it
up
with
a
snatch
;
he
looked
at
the
edge
;
then
shot
a
glance
at
me
,
inexpressibly
peculiar
,
and
quite
incomprehensible
:
a
glance
that
seemed
to
take
and
make
note
of
every
point
in
my
shape
,
face
,
and
dress
;
for
it
traversed
all
,
quick
,
keen
as
lightning
.
His
lips
parted
,
as
if
to
speak
:
but
he
checked
the
coming
sentence
,
whatever
it
was
"
What
is
the
matter
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Nothing
in
the
world
,
"
was
the
reply
;
and
,
replacing
the
paper
,
I
saw
him
dexterously
tear
a
narrow
slip
from
the
margin
.
It
disappeared
in
his
glove
;
and
,
with
one
hasty
nod
and
"
good-afternoon
,
"
he
vanished
.
"
Well
!
"
I
exclaimed
,
using
an
expression
of
the
district
,
"
that
caps
the
globe
,
however
!
"
I
,
in
my
turn
,
scrutinised
the
paper
;
but
saw
nothing
on
it
save
a
few
dingy
stains
of
paint
where
I
had
tried
the
tint
in
my
pencil
.
I
pondered
the
mystery
a
minute
or
two
;
but
finding
it
insolvable
,
and
being
certain
it
could
not
be
of
much
moment
,
I
dismissed
,
and
soon
forgot
it
.
When
Mr.
St.
John
went
,
it
was
beginning
to
snow
;
the
whirling
storm
continued
all
night
.
The
next
day
a
keen
wind
brought
fresh
and
blinding
falls
;
by
twilight
the
valley
was
drifted
up
and
almost
impassable
.
I
had
closed
my
shutter
,
laid
a
mat
to
the
door
to
prevent
the
snow
from
blowing
in
under
it
,
trimmed
my
fire
,
and
after
sitting
nearly
an
hour
on
the
hearth
listening
to
the
muffled
fury
of
the
tempest
,
I
lit
a
candle
,
took
down
"
Marmion
,
"
and
beginning
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