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 1    I,  I  |        peace characteristic of an artist’s dwelling, where the human
 2    I,  I  |         and sure of himself as an artist, but was of an uncertain,
 3    I,  I  |         all his life employed his artist’s taste and his athlete’
 4    I,  I  |            murmured the flattered artist.~“Yes; it is a most delicate
 5    I,  I  |      classes of society, he as an artist to whom all doors were open,
 6    I,  I  | apparition that had delighted his artist’s eye, he said:~“Ah, there
 7    I,  I  |       with her daughter, whom the artist seated before a table covered
 8    I,  I  |           tried, according to the artist’s recommendation, to give
 9    I,  I  |        some of the details of his artist life, allowing himself to
10    I,  I  |          is mamma, isn’t it?”~The artist took her in his arms to
11    I,  I  |            who would eat into his artist life with the capricious
12    I,  I  |          he should love her as an artist, since it was she that gave
13    I,  I  |           life of every prominent artist!~She had, as it were, an
14    I,  I  |    attractive to the pride of the artist as to the heart of the man,
15    I,  I  |         with a famous and popular artist a perfectly natural thing.
16    I,  II |           the evening before.~The artist was unconvinced by this,
17    I,  II |          champagne. Bertin, as an artist, what do you think of this
18    I,  III|          once that he was both an artist and a bachelor.~When he
19    I,  III|         is right; he speaks as an artist. The youthful countenance
20    I,  III|        accustomed to consider the artist’s home almost the same as
21    I,  III|     Annette, you and I, eh, great artist?”~“Only ourselves,” said
22    I,  III|          the Countess said to the artist in a perfectly easy tone:~“
23    I,  IV |           a stronger effect on an artist than tender and continuous
24   II,  III|            whom she treated as an artist when she expressed an opinion
25   II,  III|    expecting them.~They found the artist in his studio, studying
26   II,  IV |      human nerves. His eye of the artist, as well as that of the
27   II,  IV |         seem to have inspired the artist on a soft moonlight evening
28   II,  V  |   inclosed therein—his life as an artist, his life as a man. Every
29   II,  VI |       Annette.~“What an admirable artist!” said the Duchess.~And
30   II,  VI |    apotheosis to that coxcomb!~An artist! They called him a artist,
31   II,  VI |         artist! They called him a artist, a great artist! And he
32   II,  VI |      called him a artist, a great artist! And he had successes, this
33   II,  VI |          wound to his pride as an artist hurt him like this. He remained
34   II,  VI |       talking and arguing with my artist. If I need her I will call
35   II,  VI |          Your friend, the~eminent artist, M. Olivier Bertin, has