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“My tooth is loose;” said Orhan。

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At the same time; another part of my mind was concentrating on what was

transpiring between my father and Black。

The blue door of the workshop was open; and I could easily hear them:

“After beholding the portraits of the Veian masters; we realize with

horror;” said my father; “that; in painting; eyes can no longer simply be holes

in a face; always the same; but must be just like our own eyes; which reflect

light like a mirror and absorb it like a well。 Lips can no longer be a crack in the

middle of faces flat as paper; but must be nodes of expression—each a

different shade of red—fully expressing our joys; sorrows and spirits with their

slightest contraction or relaxation。 Our noses can no longer be a kind of wall

that divides our faces; but rather; living and curious instruments with a form

unique to each of us。”

Was Black as surprised as I was that my father referred to those infidel

gentlemen who had their pictures made as “we”? When I looked through the

peephole; I found Black’s face to be so pale that I was momentarily alarmed。

My dark beloved; my troubled hero; were you unable to sleep for thinking of

me the whole night? Is that why the blush has left your face?

Perhaps you aren’t aware that Black is a tall; thin and handsome man。 He

has a broad