Single pearls—
Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of
fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them. To-night the subtle
suggestiveness of those few daring lines, fascinating in their very simplicity, the
head thrown back, the half-closed eyes—the inner meaning of the great artist
seemed to come to him with a rush. The house had in fact been converted into a convent,
but the fact could not be advertised, not even in the Catholic enclave that existed
in this part of town. Anna raised her eyes. I
completed it according to the directions, you see, and it
was a beautiful machine, a triangle sort of, with a steering
column I built out of an old wheelbarrow and a hubcap.
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