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Undercurrents

           "It’shighinkey,isn’tit?"shesaid,loftily,butwithaninnocentloftinessthatappealedtohim.Helikedspiritandsomepresumptioninawoman."Whatbrilliantcolors!Iliketheideaofthegardenandtheclouds."

           Shesteppedback,andCowperwood,interestedonlyinher,surveyedthelineofherbackandtheprofileofherface.Suchco-ordinatedperfectionoflineandcolor!

           "Whereeverymotionweavesandsings,"hemighthavecommented.Insteadhesaid:"ThatwasinBrussels.Thecloudswereanafterthought,andthatvaseonthewall,too."

           "It’sverygood,Ithink,"commentedMrs.Sohlberg,andmovedaway.

           "HowdoyoulikethisIsraels?"heasked.Itwasthepaintingcalled"TheFrugalMeal."

           "Ilikeit,"shesaid,"andalsoyourBastienLe–Page,"referringto"TheForge.""ButIthinkyouroldmastersaremuchmoreinteresting.Ifyougetmanymoreyououghttoputthemtogetherinaroom.Don’tyouthinkso?Idon’tcareforyourGeromeverymuch."Shehadacutedrawlwhichheconsideredinfinitelyalluring.

           "Whynot?"askedCowperwood.

           "Oh,it’sratherartificial;don’tyouthinkso?Ilikethecolor,butthewomen’sbodiesaretooperfect,Ishouldsay.It’sverypretty,though."

           Hehadlittlefaithintheabilityofwomenasidefromtheirvalueasobjectsofart;andyetnowandthen,asinthisinstance,theyrevealedasweetinsightwhichsharpenedhisown

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