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The room was so obscure that nothing further of the appearance of the figure could be ascertained, and his hat threw his features into profound shadow. THE ROOM WAS SO OBSCURE THAT NOTHING FURTHER OF THE APPEARANCE OF THE FIGURE COULD BE ASCERTAINED AND HIS HAT THREW HIS FEATURES INTO PROFOUND SHADOW
ed in the folds of his long hair, and the other holding the piece of charcoal which had so ill-performed its office, and which he now rubbed, without much regard to the sable streaks it produced, with irritable pressure upon his ample Flemish inexpressibles. "Curse the subject!" said the young man aloud; "curse the picture, the devils, the saint--" At this moment a short, sudden sniff uttered close beside him made the artist turn sharply round, and he now, for the first time, became aware that his labours had been overlooked by a stranger. Within about a yard and half, and rather behind him, there stood the figure of an elderly man in a cloak and broad-brimmed, conical hat; in his hand, which was protected with a heavy gauntlet-shaped glove, he carried a long ebony walking-stick, surmounted with what appeared, as it glittered dimly in the twilight, to be a massive head of gold, and upon his breast, through the folds of the cloak, there shone the links of a rich chain of the same metal. GRY AND MORTIFIED ONE HAND BURIED IN THE FOLDS OF HIS LONG HAIR AND THE OTHER HOLDING THE PIECE OF CHARCOAL WHICH HAD SO ILL PERFORMED ITS OFFICE AND WHICH HE NOW RUBBED WITHOUT MUCH REGARD TO THE SABLE STREAKS IT PRODUCED WITH IRRITABLE PRESSURE UPON HIS AMPLE FLEMISH INEXPRESSIBLES CURSE THE SUBJECT SAID THE YOUNG MAN ALOUD CURSE THE PICTURE THE DEVILS THE SAINT AT THIS MOMENT A SHORT SUDDEN SNIFF UTTERED CLOSE BEHIND HIM MADE THE ARTIST TURN SHARPLY ROUND AND HE NOW FOR THE FIRST TIME BECAME AWARE THAT HIS LABOURS HAD BEEN OVERLOOKED BY A STRANGER WITHIN ABOUT A YARD AND A HALF AND RATHER BEHIND HIM THERE STOOD THE FIGURE OF AN ELDERLY MAN IN A CLOAK AND BROAD BRIMMED CONICAL HAT IN HIS HAND WHICH WAS PROTECTED WITH A HEAVY GAUNTLET SHAPED GLOVE HE CARRIED A LONG EBONY WALKING STICK SURMOUNTED WITH WHAT APPEARED AS IT GLITTERED DIMLY IN THE TWILIGHT TO BE A MASSIVE HEAD OF GOLD AND UPON HIS BREAST THROUGH THE FOLDS OF THE CLOAK THERE SHONE THE LINKS OF A RICH CHAIN OF THE SAME METAL
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