On the Bright Shore
in his mind the point was that just she should be the model, and that he should not have to look for another. Meanwhile silence came. The model grew pale very evidently; still, after a while, she went behind the screen.
Svirski fell to pushing the easel toward the window, with a noise, thinking meanwhile,—
"She will gain the habit, and in a week will laugh at her scruples."
Next, he arranged the sofa on which the model was to lie, took his brush, and began to grow impatient.
"Well, how is it? Art thou ready?"
Silence.
"Well, make up thy mind. What jokes are these?"
Just then from behind the screen came a trembling, imploring voice, with the prayer,—
"I have thought it over, sir. In our house there is poverty; but still—I—cannot! If you would be kind and take the head—for three francs, or even for two—if you would have the kindness."
And these words came with sobbing.
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