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When I think of that beastly so-called portrait that I put my foot through, the day I was in hell! Queer how one develops all at a jump.

Two years ago I could no more paint a woman's portrait than I could build a cathedral.

I caught the trick in the Slummer, but didn't see all it meant till Blackstaffe asked me to paint Lady Rockett .-- Rosamund ought to have given me the sack when she saw that daub, meant for her.

Good little girl; she held as long as she could.