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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. 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
nts which saint and devil underwent, yet all in vain. The large, old-fashioned room was silent, and, with the exception of himself, quite emptied of its usual inmates. An hour had thus passed away, nearly two, without any improved result. Daylight had already declined, and twilight was deepening into the darkness of night. The patience of the young painter was exhausted, and he stood before his unfinished production, angry 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 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. WERE THE PATIENT ERASURES AND IMPROVEMENTS WHICH SAINT AND DEVIL UNDERWENT YET ALL IN VAIN LARGE OLD FASHIONED ROOM WAS SILENT AND WITH THE EXCEPTION OF HIMSELF QUITE EMPTIED OF ITS USUAL INMATES AN HOUR HAD THUS PASSED AWAY NEARLY TWO WITHOUT ANY IMPROVED RESULT DAYLIGHT HAD ALREADY DECLINED AND TWILIGHT WAS DEEPENING INTO THE DARKNESS OF NIGHT THE PATIENCE OF THE YOUNG PAINTER WAS EXHAUSTED AND HE STOOD BEFORE HIS UNFINISHED PRODUCTION ANGRY 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
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