Part,  Chapter

 1    I,  I  |       A vague, heavy odor of paint, turpentine, and tobacco
 2    I,  I  |     looking for a subject to paint.”~“What, pray?”~“I don’t
 3    I,  I  | wished to make him decide to paint a Christ. He opposed the
 4    I,  I  |    Ah, that is what I should paint! That is life—a woman’s
 5    I,  I  |      whose portrait I should paint willingly!”~This remark
 6    I,  I  |      that you really wish to paint my portrait?”~“I shall be
 7    I,  I  |  interest. He would cease to paint and sit beside her; and
 8    I,  I  |      instead of beginning to paint, saying:~“Madame, you can
 9    I,  I  |     his palette and began to paint, but his hand trembled,
10    I,  III|    suited to my tastes. As I paint the portraits of beautiful
11    I,  III|      longer find subjects to paint!”~He felt such a sensation
12    I,  IV |      everything that artists paint, have painted, and will
13    I,  IV |       have painted, and will paint until the end of the world.~
14   II,  IV |     did, whether he tried to paint or to walk, whether he bore