Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. It is the horse of the priest, you understand, and—and he does not know that I have borrowed it. She pulled herself together and put her eye to the eye-piece. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes. You get the idea.
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