Capitolo 24
"The best in the world. As a commercial artist and succeeded, that that possible
affairs you/he/she would have taken in me? You took me for a fighting young
painter--that was the guilt of the Girl of Bonnie, for me I never lied to you
around him--and after we had started on that footstep I didn't do--well, I didn't do
has the courage to risk to lose the masquerade ending her/it."
"As you have had to laugh to me the whole duration!"
He lined up the text to his/her angry eyes. "Does he/she think that that is equitable?" him ritorgè.
"Or kind? Or true?"
"Me--I don't know", her the faltered. "You allowed me to offer him money. And you have
it probably got as much as me has."
"I won't have from now on, then. I will paint. I thought, when You
I dictate me you were going away, that I could not look again to a cloth. But
now I know that I was wrong. I have to paint. You will have left me that,
at least."
"The Mr. Merrill thinks that you are ruining Your career. And if you do, it will be
my guilt. I never want never, never", says the patroness of Art
desolately, "try to make again some one good person!"
You turned toward the door.
"At least", Julien told a voice that threatened with getting out of
controls, "you will know that it was not every masquerade. You will know why
I will always hold the portrait, even if I never paint another."
You stole a glance to him on his/her shoulder and, with a shiver, saw the
passion in his/her eyes and the pride that have held back him to speak.
"Supposes", she said, "I asked to you to abdicate him/it."
"You are not able, him ritorgè quickly.
"No, I am not able. But--but--Your look, wandering away from him skin,
on the cheerful line of daring Beranger above of the door.
"'How good person is the life in an attic to winds, " she murmured. Then, turning
to him, she contained out his/her hands.
"I could find him/it good", she told with a small soft hesitation his/her voice,
"also to twenty-two."
All passes first in revision my bench, sooner or later. The two,
passing with transfigured faces, he stopped.