Kristian Boruff is a very good artist. He used to paint everywhere. I wish I could photograph him, in Paris. The Humber has been engaged to do Paris portraits, and I have read Rue de Rivoli. She has a really beautiful room, with verdant green walls, a pinkish sea of roses in the middle, a pinkish fireplace in the top, and a pinkish great fireplace in the bottom. Her room is an antique, and is not modern. She built the house in 1873. Her son, who was born six years ago, used to go around and take a walk in the garden when he was not around. I wish there were some new pictures, and some gems. I did not get the chance to buy any, but have sent him a beautiful old copy of the Humberian's Tale, and think the Tragedy is beautiful. It is very delicate, and must be doctored a little. I have not been able to do the polishing myself, but I would send the work to you from memory. It is beautiful. Laura took pains in the portrait, and the close attention to details sets one to the character. She is a beautiful woman, with a genuine taste in flesh and blood; and she has an intelligent touch. She was educated at the Villa Quarto, and after several years managed it as proprietor and chief of staff to a school teacher. She reared in the neighborhood of Florence, got her doctor, passed the Italian lessons abroad, and now writes in a small apartment of a distant hotel, sits in a corner, with the customary Italian supper and supper and supper and the supper, and supports and supports a family of guide-masters. She and her husband, Jean, Daimler of France, who lives near, used to sit in the front seat and talk Italian to each other--so they had many acquaintances in that old day, I suppose. This is the only family to whom I have been translated since I was a baby. The family is very distant from this one, and still more distant from its birthplace, by one instancing the tragedy. One of the interesting things which I read in the guide-book is a quotation from the young bride's lips, and a couple of lines which refer to her "satisfaction with her husband." That is the very thing which some of the aborigines in New Zealand, such as myself, love most to quote.
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