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Two young men - Americans, have come 
Dont know their names yet. Mr Craig, the friend of the Burns, called on me twice. I was out. The first time, and saw him the second - nice shy little old man - we are going to call on them tomorrow 
Lots of English and Americans everywhere, 
I am sorry you had even two months to pay on the studio - you must pay for it out of what I have in the bank. It would be $82. And I will send you the cheque when I get back to Paris - 

I'm glad you have such an interesting new musical neighbor. It is so dreadful that dear little Hoffman is dead. I treated myself to such a charming photo of him in [[?]]. What fun I am going to have showing my photographs. They were cheap in Venice, but dearer here, and awfully tempting. Wish I could see Emma's portrait of Grandfather. 
The sun has come out and I have hung my wash-bag and towel 


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of character and power and beside this wore a nice soft black three coloured cap and a broad floppy white-linen collar, and fine gathered shirt, tied with two tiny white threads which are most carefully drawn and modeled, together with the fine sewing in the shirt, which is made of very close but very fine linen, unstarched. 

You only see a little of this, as it is mostly hidden by a black cloak which lies closely over good shoulders. If there are hands they are absolutely perfect in character, and drawing, as well as pose. A professor of palmisty could tell the character from them easily. With all this these portraits have the same '[[lady?]]' look - You wonder how they can be so hard, and so fleshy, so broad and 'tight', so modeled with their edges as fine as this sheet of paper - so entirely without suppleness and yet not dry - These contradictions have a great charm for me as they leave me 

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