Henceforth, I shall believe in miracles.

Good heavens! How highly respectable you do look!" As he went downstairs, Laurent returned to the studio, feeling very much upset.

When his friend had remarked that all his studies of heads bore a family likeness, he had abruptly turned round to conceal his paleness.
The fact was that he had already been struck by this fatal resemblance.
Slowly entering the room, he placed himself before the pictures, and as he contemplated them, as he passed from one to the other, ice-like perspiration moistened his back.
"He is quite right," he murmured, "they all resemble one another.

They resemble Camille." He retired a step or two, and seated himself on the divan, unable to remove his eyes from the studies of heads.

The first was an old man with a long white beard; and under this white beard, the artist traced the lean chin of Camille.