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I think it's going to rain
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I thus saw in vivid light
a picture all unnoticed before
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It was the portrait of a young girl
just ripening into womanhood
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I glanced at the painting hurriedly,
and then closed my eyes
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It was an impulsive movement
to gain time for thought...
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... to make sure that my vision
had not deceived me...
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... to calm and subdue my fancy for
a more sober and more certain gaze
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In a very few moments I again
looked fixedly at the painting
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The portrait, I have already said,
was that of a young girl
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It was a mere head and shoulders...
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... done in what is technically
termed a vignette manner...
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... much in the style of the
favourite heads of Sully
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The arms, the bosom, and even the
ends of the radiant hair...
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... melted imperceptibly into the
vague, deep shadow of the background
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As a thing of art...
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... nothing could be more admirable
than the painting itself
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But it could have been neither
the execution of the work...
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... nor the immortal beauty of the
countenance which so moved me
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Least of all could it have been
that my fancy...
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... had mistaken the head for that
of a living person
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At length, satisfied with the
true secret of its effect...
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... I fell back within the bed
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I had found the spell of the picture
in a life-likeliness of expression
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- Is that book yours?
- No, I found it here