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S h e  {drawing hack  in  indignant surprise).
                                                   Too  much,  to  simply  state
                           A  wish  to  look?  (Aside).   There  must be  more  of fraud  or  hate
                           Than  love  in  this.   O  help  me,  pride!   (Aloud, firmly).   Now  look  T
                                   will,
                           Tho1,  it should  be  Medusa’s  head,  with  gaze to  kill.
                                        He (beseechingly,  throwing curtain  over  cam/as).
                           1  ask  you  not-  in  three  days  more  you  shall  be  free
                           To  gaze at will.
                                                        S h e  {advancing).
                                           You  make  me  think  of Bluebeard's  key!
                           Like  Fatima,  I  shall  not know  a  moment’s  peace
                           Till  I  have seen!   (Advances').
                                                        H e   (protesting).
                           1  warn.------
                                                              S h e .
                                   No  use;  your  protests  cease ;
                                               (Resolutely).   I’ll  have  my  way,   (Advances  nearer).
                                                        H e  (desperately).
                           Well, then,  I  yield !   (Draws curtain off of  canvas).   You  have  your
                                   way.
                            (Sadly).   A   guest  within your house  I  can  no  longer  stay.   (Stands
                                   dejectedly  aside).
                            (She  bends  forward  eagerly,  sees  canvas,  turns  hastily  azvav,  her fan
                                   before  her face),
                                                H e   (looks  after her despairingly
                           So,  now you  know the  truth  of all  your  eyes  have  done!
                           They  steal  my wits,  bewitch  my skill,  my brush  outrun,
                           And  spoil  the picture  of my life— a  stroke of fame ■
                                                          S he  (coolly).
                           Tf you  preferred  a dream  to  work,  am  I  to blame?
                           It  might  have  proved  more  flat  than  this,  your  priceless  pearl!
                            (Pauses.   H e  moves toward the door.   S h e drops fan  and makes gesture
                                    of bestowing).
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