"There is a resemblance, I trust, to a living person, for I had one in my mind." "Did n't you tell me once, Clement, that you were attempting a bust of Innocence?
I do not see any block in your room but this.

Is that done ?" "Done with!" Clement answered; and, as he said it, the thought stung through him that this was the very stone which was to have worn the pleasant blandness of pretty Susan's guileless countenance.

How the new features had effaced the recollection of the others! In a few days more Clement had finished his bust.

His hours were again vacant to his thick-coming fancies.

While he had been busy with his marble, his hands had required his attention, and he must think closely of every detail upon which he was at work.