The Worshipper of the Image

ence, but merely due to the working of what would seem to be a law of the artistic temperament: that to turn a muse into a wife, however long and faithfully

was finished, he came down the wood impatient to read it to Bea

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face grew sadder and sadder. W

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are you g

ill show. Perhaps you don't know it you

s own origin. Has your image blue

u filled in from me. But the inspiration,

o look at it, as I love to look at

l soon love it for its own sak

You are too ridi

, dear? I sometimes think you h

she had been talking he was conscious that the idea she had

mage of her,-surely this would be to ascend into the region of

lready growing within him; for when Beatrice had spoken of his loving an image, it was no abstract passion he had conceived, but some fanciful variation of earthl

heart! If only one could achieve t

the image. He felt that in some way she would be chang