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near trying to hide when I saw him coming 

 towards me. He had not got his commis- 

 sionaire's uniform on, and I did not know he 

 was one till I met him a month or so later in 

 the Strand. When we got to Blackwall the 

 music struck up and people began to dance. 

 I never saw a man dance so much in my life. 

 He did not miss a dance all the way to 

 Clacton, nor all the way back again, and 

 when not dancing he was flirting and cracking 

 jokes. I could hardly believe my eyes when I 

 reflected that this man had painted the famous 

 "Last Judgment," and had made all those 

 statues. 



Dante is, or was a year or two ago, a waiter 

 at Brissago on the Lago Maggiore, only he is 

 better-tempered-looking, and has a more in- 

 tellectual expression. He gave me his ideas 

 upon beauty : " Tutto ch' e vero e bello," he 

 exclaimed, with all his old self-confidence. I 

 am not afraid of Dante. I know people by 

 their friends, and he went about with Virgil, 

 so I said with some severity, " No, Dante, il 

 naso della Signora Robinson e vero, ma non 



e bello " ; and he admitted I was right. 



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