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1 I, I | Countess had encouraged the painter’s leaning toward the distinguished
2 I, I | on the shoulders of the painter, the Countess gazed fixedly
3 I, I | late, my poor dear!”~The painter experienced that slight
4 I, I | old and recent, beside a painter’s inkstand, in which the
5 I, I | world the first portrait painter of his day. From that time
6 I, I | time he became the favorite painter of Parisian women of that
7 I, I | framed in white and gold, the painter was shown into a sort of
8 I, I | in public.~He thanked the painter with a flourish of phrases
9 I, I | for he well knew that the painter was overwhelmed with orders.~
10 I, I | s deep mourning; but the painter declared that he wished
11 I, I | ceremonious gravity of the painter a little annoyed Madame
12 I, I | am so tired of this!”~The painter was so touched by this first
13 I, I | this gift, she loved the painter as little children love,
14 I, I | stations, and their titles.~The painter pleased her at first because
15 I, I | likely to be good, for the painter had reached the state of
16 I, I | her own home to go to the painter’s studio, a wave of joy,
17 I, I | resolve was to break with the painter and never to see him again.
18 I, I | the attitude toward the painter that she purposed to assume;
19 I, I | expression so pathetic, that the painter fancied he could see in
20 I, I | inexpressible something which a painter seldom succeeds in unveiling—
21 I, I | Comtesse de Guilleroy and the painter, Olivier Bertin. With him
22 I, I | solicitous, she watched over the painter’s heart as one guards a
23 I, II | dear Deputy,” asked the painter, “what do you think of these
24 I, II | was at her house that the painter and the Countess had happened
25 I, II | in three years!” said the painter. “I should not have recognized
26 I, II | Mon Dieu, Madame, I am a painter and I simply arrange the
27 I, II | model on the work of the painter whenever anyone stood before
28 I, III| longer do without you./”~The painter, who was drawing sketches,
29 I, III| Twice a week at least the painter dined at the Countess’s
30 I, III| enough nor old enough—”~The painter laughed.~“After such a reason
31 I, III| murmured the Countess.~The painter contemplated both mother
32 I, III| her beautiful?” said the painter.~“No; she looks as if she
33 I, III| trifle commonplace.”~The painter continued to urge his point,
34 I, III| Name your day.”~This painter in ordinary to the fair
35 I, III| smiled, and the landscape painter, Amaury Maldant, a thin
36 I, III| posed undraped before the painter at ten francs an hour.~As
37 I, III| but brief resistance, the painter compelled his guests to
38 I, III| me, little one,” said the painter to Annette, “would it bore
39 I, III| sad.~As he listened, the painter felt as gay as a bird, gay
40 I, III| Boulevard Malesherbes.~After the painter had left Annette at her
41 I, III| Marquis de Farandal.”~The painter, irritated still further,
42 I, III| and made some himself. The painter glanced continually at the
43 I, III| Countess, who talked to the painter all the while. She detained
44 I, IV | them. As they entered, the painter observed, beside his aunt,
45 I, IV | manner, which seemed to the painter bold and searching; his
46 I, IV | the mind and heart of the painter a strange impression of
47 II, I | empty. I am no~longer a painter! This futile effort to work
48 II, I | surprises, questioned the painter about a thousand details
49 II, I | see many things.”~But the painter did not agree with him,
50 II, I | as a matter of duty, the painter finally murmured, with sincere
51 II, I | Count suddenly left the painter, under the pretext of an
52 II, II | the sudden arrival of the painter seemed to her as painful
53 II, II | dazzled and entranced the painter when they met for the first
54 II, II | in driving animals.~The painter, with bared head and shining
55 II, II | looked like a spirit, and the painter called her back, marveling
56 II, II | standing alone with the painter, “why do moments like this
57 II, II | myself up with you, Monsieur painter!”~She leaned on Olivier’
58 II, II | other, the deep voice of the painter and the light one of the
59 II, II | back, wagging his tail.~The painter now saluted the Countess,
60 II, II | to her own room, and the painter went out again to walk slowly,
61 II, II | holding out her hand to the painter, said: “Will you dine with
62 II, III| announced. As soon as the painter saw him enter and approach
63 II, III| at her daughter and the painter. He approached her, suddenly
64 II, III| she took the hands of the painter and held them; then, as
65 II, IV | Musadieu, the landscape painter, professed a profound contempt
66 II, IV | her surest powers over the painter’s sensibility.~As soon as
67 II, IV | alignment on the velvet. The painter was seated between the two
68 II, V | men from meeting.~As the painter, who kept regular hours
69 II, V | trifle that would please.~The painter had already been through
70 II, V | the clock. Turning to the painter, he added: “We are going
71 II, V | toward him.~“Yes, come, sir painter! I assure you that as for
72 II, V | mysterious.~The first face the painter saw was that of the Comte
73 II, V | them, having perceived the painter. They sat down on a long
74 II, V | I think so,” said the painter.~But the question, before
75 II, VI | interested him most. The painter allowed him to run on without
76 II, VI | Yes, delicious!”~The painter added, to prevent Musadieu
77 II, VI | the Guilleroys’ house the painter looked up. Lights seemed
78 II, VI | When they arrived at the painter’s door, in the Avenue de
79 II, VI | to your house,” said the painter.~“No; I should like better
80 II, VI | Ah, good-morning, sir painter! You will excuse me if I
81 II, VI | were found three of the painter’s cards. He had written
82 II, VI | arriving, they found that the painter’s door was open, and that
83 II, VI | physician’s directions. The painter’s valet, standing near her,
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