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She went to her easel, on which was placed a picture with its back

turned towards the spectator Reversing the position, there appeared the

portrait of a beautiful woman, such as one sees only two or three, if

even so many tiet into your consciousness and memory, and could never afterwards be

shut out, but haunted your drea

your inner real to

make herself at home there

She was very youthful, and had as usually thought to be a Jewish

aspect; a complexion in which there was no roseate blooht look as deeply as your

glance would go, and still be conscious of a depth that you had not

sounded, though it lay open to the day She had black, abundant hair,

with none of the vulgar glossiness of other women's sable locks; if she

were really of Jewish blood, then this was Jewish hair, and a dark glory

such as crowns no Christianat this portrait, you

sahat Rachel

seven years, and seven ht ripen to be what

Judith hen she vanquished Holofernes with her beauty, and slew hi it

Miria his

sihtened on her face, mixed with a

little scorn; at least, her lips curled, and her eyes gleamed, as if she

disdained either his admiration or her own enjoyment of it