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With all these fanciful ideas, the fact is that I began to grow thin quite perceptibly, which was observed with great disquietude in my parents and my aunt. "In this dangerous and critical age of development, everything is alarming," said my father, who used to read books of medicine, and anxiously studied my dark eyelids, my dull eyes, my contracted and pale lips, and above all, the complete lack of appetite which had taken possession of me. WITH ALL THESE FANCIFUL IDEAS THE FACT IS THAT I BEGAN TO GROW THIN QUITE PERCEPTIBLY WHICH WAS OBSERVED WITH GREAT DISQUIETUDE IN MY PARENTS AND MY AUNT IN THIS DANGEROUS AND CRITICAL AGE OF DEVELOPMENT EVERYTHING IS ALARMING SAID MY FATHER WHO USED TO READ BOOKS OF MEDICINE AND ANXIOUSLY STUDIED MY DARK EYELIDS MY DULL EYES MY CONTRACTED AND PALE LIPS AND ABOVE ALL THE COMPLETE LACK OF APPETITE WHICH HAD TAKEN POSSESSION OF ME
; the portrait remained near the wall, I outside, and I awoke a thousand times, fearing somebody would come to bereave me of my treasure. At last I drew it from beneath the pillow and slipped it between my nightshirt and left breast, on which the following day could be seen the imprint of the chasing of the frame. The contact of the dear miniature gave me delicious dreams. The lady of the portrait, not in effigy, but in her natural size and proportions, alive, graceful, affable, beautiful, would come towards me to conduct me to her palace by a rapid and flying train. With sweet authority she would make me sit on a stool at her feet, and would pass her beautifully molded hand over my head, caressing my brow, my eyes, and loose curls. I read to her out of a big missal, or played the lute, and she deigned to smile, thanking me for the pleasure which my reading and songs gave her. At last romantic reminiscences overflowed in my brain, and sometimes I was a page, and sometimes a troubadour. PT IN AN ATTITUDE OF DEFENCE THE PORTRAIT REMAINED NEAR THE WALL I OUTSIDE AND I AWOKE A THOUSAND TIMES FEARING SOMEBODY WOULD COME TO BEREAVE ME OF MY TREASURE AT LAST I DREW IT FROM BENEATH THE PILLOW AND SLIPPED IT BETWEEN MY NAT SHIRT AND LEFT BREAST ON WHICH THE FOLLOWING DAY COULD BE SEEN THE IMPRINT OF THE CHASING OF THE FRAME THE CONTACT OF THE DEAR MINIATURE GAVE ME DELICIOUS DREAMS THE LADY OF THE PORTRAIT NOT IN EFFIGY BUT IN HER NATURAL SIZE AND PROPORTIONS ALIVE GRACEFUL AFFABLE BEAUTIFUL WOULD COME TOWARDS ME TO CONDUCT ME TO HER PALACE BY A RAPID AND FLYING TRAIN WITH SWEET AUTHORITY SHE WOULD MAKE ME SIT ON A STOOL AT HER FEET AND WOULD PASS HER BEAUTIFULLY MOLDED HAND OVER MY HEAD CARESSING MY BROW MY EYES AND LOOSE CURLS I READ TO HER OUT OF A BIG MISSILE OR PLAYED THE LUTE AND SHE DEEMED TO SMILE THANKING ME FOR THE PLEASURE WHICH MY READING AND SONGS GAVE HER AT LAST ROMANTIC REMINISCENCES OVERFLOWED IN MY BRAIN AND SOMETIMES I WAS A PAGE AND SOMETIMES A TRIBUTOURER
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