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He took up from the couch the great purple and gold texture that covered it, and, holding it in his hands, passed behind the screen. Was the face on the canvas viler than before. It seemed to him that it was unchanged, and yet his loathing of it was intensified. Gold hair, blue eyes, and rose red lips they all were there. It was simply the expression that had altered. That was horrible in its cruelty.