It was the best and most beautiful painting I have ever seen. And meI know I never saw a woman as beautiful as her!
I stayed for perhaps an hour, half-sitting, half-lying, nevertaking my eyes off the portrait. Then at last, I understood. At last, I realized what the true secret of the picture was
The more I looked into those eyes, the moreI looked at that beautiful smile, the more I was afraid! It was astrange, terrible fear that I could not understand. It was a fear mixed with horror.
The portraitwas now hidden in darkness again. Quickly, I looked through thebook until I found the story of the oval portrait. I read thesewords:
Yes,she was happy until that evil day when she saw and loved thepainter of her portrait. They were married. But, sadly, he alreadyhad a wife: his work. His painting was more important to himthan anything in the world.
His painting was her only enemy; and she began to hate thepaintings that kept her husband away from her.
And so it was aterrible thing when he told her that he wanted to paint hisyoung wife's portrait.