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The colors glow, are supernatural; almost diabolical, I would call them.

The painter has put all his sufferings, his adoration, and all his execration into the picture. * * * * * Now he is painting me; we are alone together for several hours every day. To-day he suddenly turned to me with his vibrant voice and said: “You love this woman?” real teens peachyforum “Yes.” “I also love her.” His eyes were bathed in tears. He remained silent for a while, and continued painting. “We have a mountain at home in Germany within which she dwells,” he murmured to himself.

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Before he left, he secretly opened his portfolio, and let me look inside.

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“Oh, I forgot that I am talking with a slave; I need some fresh air, I want to be diverted, I want to forget.

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