. The romance of an old-fashioned gentleman. it was left on storageand is to be sold for expenses. Is it to be sold to the highest bidder? No, at private sale. Where is it? There—behind you. Gregg turned and caught his breath. Before him was a portrait of a youngwoman in an old-fashioned gown, hergolden hair enshrining a face of marvellous[95 J THE ROMANCE OF AN beauty, one long curl straying down ashoulder of exquisite mould and finish, thewhole relieved by a background of blds-soms held together in a quaint earthenjar. Strong man as he was, the shock almostovercame him. He reached out his ha
. The romance of an old-fashioned gentleman. it was left on storageand is to be sold for expenses. Is it to be sold to the highest bidder? No, at private sale. Where is it? There—behind you. Gregg turned and caught his breath. Before him was a portrait of a youngwoman in an old-fashioned gown, hergolden hair enshrining a face of marvellous[95 J THE ROMANCE OF AN beauty, one long curl straying down ashoulder of exquisite mould and finish, thewhole relieved by a background of blds-soms held together in a quaint earthenjar. Strong man as he was, the shock almostovercame him. He reached out his handand grasped the back of a chair. Tearswelled up in his eyes. The auctioneer had been watching himclosely. You seem to like It, Mr. Gregg. Yes, answered Adam in restrained,measured tones. Yes, very much. Butyou have been misinformed; it is not byGilbert Stuart. It is by a man I know, Isaw him paint it. Tell Mr. Morion it to my studio, please, and credit thisgentleman with the commission—Ill buyit for old associations sake.[96].
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