uot;A copy!quot; cried M. Antoine; quot;say an original, neigouc t trokes of ters. It is not only a masterpiece, sir;it is a treasure--a relic! ture at t;

    And resting it against tove, so as to place it in t ligo soaking s,  taking ure. One  of it gave ts an unexpected relisied tle sips. ures became smootrils expanded; it  for t;

    quot;You see t I also reat,quot; riump;Oter dinners and balls; as for me, t;

    quot;But if ting is really so precious,quot; replied I, quot;it ougo be;

    quot;E; said M. Antoine, ;In goodtimes, a good judge mig at somey t;

    I started back.

    quot;And you  it?quot; cried I.

    quot;For not; replied ;took tudents copy;  me  for fiftylouis, ready money! took to o be off t;

    quot;t; repeated I, involuntarily casting my eyes on ttercontaining t M. Antoine e to ill on ttle table.

    ook no notice of my exclamation, and  on contemplating tasy.

    quot; a kno indelig; relief! ;

    As I ening to ook my astonis foradmiration, and clapped me on the shoulder.

    quot;You are dazzled,quot; said ;you did not expect sucreasure!

    do you say to t;

    quot;Pardon me,quot; replied I, gravely; quot;but I t ter.quot;

    M. Antoine raised his head.

    quot;; cried ;do you take me for a man likely to be deceived aboutt or value of a painting?quot;

    quot;I neit your taste nor your skill; but I cannot , for ture of a family party, you mig;

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    quot;tself, sir.quot;

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