Chapter

 1     III|         did not know you were an artist."~ ~"Yes, I am an artist,
 2     III|         artist."~ ~"Yes, I am an artist, and nothing more."~ ~Upon
 3      IV|      Near Bologna," answered the artist, who alone had remained
 4      IV|        kind," calmly replied the artist.~ ~"Oh, I fear no harm from
 5      IV|   extended her hand to the young artist, who scarcely ventured to
 6      IV|    rolled out of the station the artist rejoined his party, with
 7      IX|      have appropriated them? The artist in the gallery had been
 8      IX|       from limb.~ ~How happy the artist must be up there in the
 9      IX|         work on his picture. The artist is the only really happy
10      IX| sun-umbrella and paints. The[82] artist is a cold-blooded man. He
11      IX|          equal of man. The woman artist is something more than man'
12      IX|          even how to begin.~ ~An artist engrossed in his work heeds
13      IX|         in his work. Indeed, the artist himself was so absorbed
14      IX|         much interfered with the artist's view of what he was painting.
15      IX|       the stone railing that the artist felt obliged to warn her
16      IX|        the stone block which the artist had been using for a chair,
17     XII|       for me to seduce the young artist and then, as the price of
18     XII|          at the Rossis'."~ ~"The artist may have chosen the same
19     XII|       girl's face. I offered the artist two hundred scudi for the
20     XII|      chief personage on my young artist's canvas?"~ ~"Before deciding,
21    XIII| appointment, but took her for an artist friend on a professional
22    XIII|           The shoemaker took the artist's place, in the latter's
23    XIII|       for him. Perhaps, too, the artist sold his landlord's shoes
24    XIII|       the Colosseum for a devout artist to copy in his sketch-book?
25   XVIII|         her twin brother, was an artist, - keepsakes, and treasures
26   XVIII|          highly idealised by the artist, and yet strikingly true