ans;one to disc, for tty sinner, t from a friend.quot;

    quot;A; returned Porbus, quot;and if you  let me see your Belle Noiseuse, I  some great picture,  and dept;

    quot;Let you see my ; cried ter in agitation. quot;No, no! it is not perfect yet; sometill remains for me to do. Yesterday, in t; ;I t I , tirred tresses of  tures roundness and relief on t surface of t, I found out my mistake. Ao ac glorious result I udied t masters of color, stripping off coat after coat of color from titians canvas, analyzing ts of t. Like t sovereign painter, I began t tone  paste--for s an accident; bear t in mind, youngster!--tones and transparent, I gradually deepened tints to t black of trongest ser makes irely different in nature from ts; t you  fles even if to alter tion, tains s of ture .

    quot;I ake, into ers imes fallen; in my canvas teness s and most persistent s marked out ts of my figure in lines, and broug anatomical detail into prominence (like a  of dunces, race a line elaborately smoot contained s of line. In tor can approacruters. Natures ed succession of curve rictly speaking, t laugrange as t speeco you, you and trut some day.--A line is a met of lig; but ture, everyt is to say, t  from its setting; tribution of t alone gives to a body t. So I  defined tlines; I ints  you can not lay your finger on t spot . Seen from near, ture looks a blur; it seems to lack definition; but step back tinct, and solid; tands out; to relief; you feel t t. And yet--I am not sa