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The great gloomy castle high in the apennines looked disapprovingly at us,while my servant, Pedro, forced the old door,desperate to find myself a shelter for the night. I urgently needed to rest, I was so weak and sick from my injuries.
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a proper, smallish apartment in a remote tower, furnished not only with rich and decadent old tapestries and armory, but also with a multitude of pictures that seemed to be watching us from every niche in the walls, of which there were many.
night was falling fast and that he light a chandelier near the bed, so that he could contemplate the paintings while he rested.I found a little book on the pillow that turned out to be the history of all the paintings in the room. I settled down to read
His Wife!!!
the flames lit up a painting that was previously hidden in the dark shadows. I opened my eyes and looked at the painting again,this time prepared for a long and more studied look.the young woman's face brought me out of my dreams
It was an impressive young woman. His head and shoulders seemed to emerge from and at the same time melt into the shadows of the painting. His painting was framed in an oval frame of gold filigree, Moorish style.
He looked for the portrait in the book, and his description about the painting, he had painted his wife while she was alive, almost at the end of finishing the painting his wife had died, while he was portraying her.

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