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AT
that
moment
we
were
interrupted
by
the
appearance
of
Madame
Coutras
,
who
had
been
paying
visits
.
She
came
in
,
like
a
ship
in
full
sail
,
an
imposing
creature
,
tall
and
stout
,
with
an
ample
bust
and
an
obesity
girthed
in
alarmingly
by
straight
-
fronted
corsets
.
She
had
a
bold
hooked
nose
and
three
chins
.
She
held
herself
upright
.
She
had
not
yielded
for
an
instant
to
the
enervating
charm
of
the
tropics
,
but
contrariwise
was
more
active
,
more
worldly
,
more
decided
than
anyone
in
a
temperate
clime
would
have
thought
it
possible
to
be
.
She
was
evidently
a
copious
talker
,
and
now
poured
forth
a
breathless
stream
of
anecdote
and
comment
.
She
made
the
conversation
we
had
just
had
seem
far
away
and
unreal
.
Presently
Dr
.
Coutras
turned
to
me
.
"
I
still
have
in
my
bureau
the
picture
that
Strickland
gave
me
,
"
he
said
.
"
Would
you
like
to
see
it
?
"
"
Willingly
.
"
We
got
up
,
and
he
led
me
on
to
the
verandah
which
surrounded
his
house
.
We
paused
to
look
at
the
gay
flowers
that
rioted
in
his
garden
.
"
For
a
long
time
I
could
not
get
out
of
my
head
the
recollection
of
the
extraordinary
decoration
with
which
Strickland
had
covered
the
walls
of
his
house
,
"
he
said
reflectively
.
I
had
been
thinking
of
it
,
too
.
It
seemed
to
me
that
here
Strickland
had
finally
put
the
whole
expression
of
himself
.
Working
silently
,
knowing
that
it
was
his
last
chance
,
I
fancied
that
here
he
must
have
said
all
that
he
knew
of
life
and
all
that
he
divined
.
And
I
fancied
that
perhaps
here
he
had
at
last
found
peace
.
The
demon
which
possessed
him
was
exorcised
at
last
,
and
with
the
completion
of
the
work
,
for
which
all
his
life
had
been
a
painful
preparation
,
rest
descended
on
his
remote
and
tortured
soul
.
He
was
willing
to
die
,
for
he
had
fulfilled
his
purpose
.
"
What
was
the
subject
?
"
I
asked
.
"
I
scarcely
know
.
It
was
strange
and
fantastic
.
It
was
a
vision
of
the
beginnings
of
the
world
,
the
Garden
of
Eden
,
with
Adam
and
Eve
—
que
sais
-
je
?
—
it
was
a
hymn
to
the
beauty
of
the
human
form
,
male
and
female
,
and
the
praise
of
Nature
,
sublime
,
indifferent
,
lovely
,
and
cruel
.
It
gave
you
an
awful
sense
of
the
infinity
of
space
and
of
the
endlessness
of
time
.
Because
he
painted
the
trees
I
see
about
me
every
day
,
the
cocoa
-
nuts
,
the
banyans
,
the
flamboyants
,
the
alligator
-
pears
,
I
have
seen
them
ever
since
differently
,
as
though
there
were
in
them
a
spirit
and
a
mystery
which
I
am
ever
on
the
point
of
seizing
and
which
forever
escapes
me
.
The
colours
were
the
colours
familiar
to
me
,
and
yet
they
were
different
.
They
had
a
significance
which
was
all
their
own
.
And
those
nude
men
and
women
.
They
were
of
the
earth
,
and
yet
apart
from
it
.
They
seemed
to
possess
something
of
the
clay
of
which
they
were
created
,
and
at
the
same
time
something
divine
.
You
saw
man
in
the
nakedness
of
his
primeval
instincts
,
and
you
were
afraid
,
for
you
saw
yourself
.
"
