“The fool I have been!” he cried; and now speech was coming to him. With his chisel so fine, tra la! "There!" cried the boy, leaping from the stool, and drawing back a few paces on the bench to examine his performance,—"that'll do. You two have a good time. The little spot of rouge was vivid enough now by reason of this new pallor, which seemed to draw the colour even from her lips.
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