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 CHAPTER I. 



\Scene — An Artist 's Studio in Romei\ 



OH, George, I do love you ! " 

 " Bless your dear heart, Mary, I know 

 that — ivhy is your father so obdurate ?" 

 " George, he means well, but art is folly to 

 him — he only understands groceries. He 

 thinks you would starve me." 



" Confound his wisdom — it savors of in- 

 spiration. Why am I not a money-making, 

 bowelless grocer, instead of a divinely-gifted 

 sculptor with nothing to eat .' " 

 Do not despond, Georgy, dear — all his prejudices will fade away as soon as 

 shall have acquired fifty thousand dol " 



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