1:12:02
... much in the style of the
favourite heads of Sully
1:12:06
The arms, the bosom, and even the
ends of the radiant hair...
1:12:10
... melted imperceptibly into the
vague, deep shadow of the background
1:12:17
As a thing of art...
1:12:19
... nothing could be more admirable
than the painting itself
1:12:24
But it could have been neither
the execution of the work...
1:12:27
... nor the immortal beauty of the
countenance which so moved me
1:12:33
Least of all could it have been
that my fancy...
1:12:36
... had mistaken the head for that
of a living person
1:12:44
At length, satisfied with the
true secret of its effect...
1:12:48
... I fell back within the bed
1:12:50
I had found the spell of the picture
in a life-likeliness of expression
1:12:59
- Is that book yours?
- No, I found it here
1:13:08
Can I have one?
1:13:19
It's our story: A painter
portraying his love
1:13:24
Shall I go on?
1:13:28
And in sooth some who beheld
the portrait...
1:13:32
... spoke of its resemblance
as of a mighty marvel...
1:13:36
... and a proof not less of the
power of the painter...
1:13:40
... than of his deep love for her whom
he depicted so surpassingly well
1:13:44
But at length, as the labour
drew nearer to its conclusion...
1:13:48
... there were admitted none
into the turret...
1:13:51
... for the painter had grown wild
with the ardour of his work...
1:13:54
... turning his eyes from the canvas
rarely, even to regard his wife