"I never had a picture painted." For a few moments there was no reply.

Those she addressed were engrossed in comparing the portrait with its original.

The resemblance was striking enough, but it was no wonder that after once seeing the living Ida, Paul had found the canvas stiff and hard and lifeless.
"No," said Miss Ludington, "you never had a picture painted.

It was not till many years after you had left the world that this picture was painted.

It was enlarged from this portrait of you.