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It was the year of grace 1792, thirteen years after the events related in the last chapter. It was the 2nd of September, and Sunday, a day of rest and peace in all Christian countries, and even more in gay, beautiful France a day of festivity and merriment. This Sunday, however, seemed rather an exception to the general rule. There were no gay groups or bannered processions the typical incense and the public dev.
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I want a model for the picture too, and, oddly enough, a boy but one you can t provide me with. No The subject you say is said the man of business, dreamily, as he strove at the same time to make out if a distant omnibus were yellow or salmon colored. Cimabue finding the boy Giotto drawing on the sand. Ah my friend, can one realize that meeting Can one picture the generous glow with which the mature and courtly artist recognized unconscious genius struggling under the form of a shepherd lad, yearning out of his great Italian eyes over that glowing landscape whose beauties could not be written in the sand Will the golden age of the arts ever return We are hardly moving towards it, I fear. For I have found a model for my Cimabue, an artist too, and a true one but no boy is there expiry date for n95 mask Giotto Still I should like you to see it. I flatter myself the coloring Salmon, said the man of business, briskly. I thought it was yellow. My dear fellow Hi take a.ler s wife. 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But Master Lake had a proverb to excuse him. The nearer the church, the f.ess, with considerable diffidence, that I approach the strange narrative which I am about to relate. The events which I purpose detailing are of so extraordinary a character that I am quite prepared to meet with an unusual amount of incredulity and scorn. I accept all such beforehand. I have, I trust, the literary courage to face unbelief. I have, after mature consideration resolved to narrate, in as simple and straightforward a manner as I can compass, some facts that passed under my observation, in the month of July last, and which, in the annals of the mysteries of physical science, are wholly unparalleled. I live at No. Twenty sixth Street, in New York. The house is in some respects a curious one. It has enjoyed for the last two years the reputation of being haunted. It is a large and stately residence, surrounded by what was once a garden, but which is now only a green enclosure used for bleaching clothes. 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