The shaft of white light shaking and darting across the black sky like a gleaming sword; the man on the sidewalk looking backward with a startled glance; the big drops of rain falling sidelong in the wind--these were all reproduced on the canvas.

His later pictures were characterized by a cynical tendency, which I observed with regret.

It was evident that his sensitive mind had taken impressions from its brief contact with men, which were sadly affecting his thought.
He showed me numerous letters, many of which were from women who desired to visit his studio and see his work.

Indeed, my cousin had apparently grown suddenly famous in the American metropolis.

He was the victim rather than the victor of fame, however, and regarded the matter with very serious concern.