Amelie, with her blushed cheeks and her delirious mind was ripening to womanhood, but if something was true it was that she dreaded it.
Amelie stretched his body to look through the window for being sure there was no one on the room, and once she had assured of it, she broke into the room and earnestly began to search her vignette. She had to know if the work of the painter was perfect and the instructions she had gave him were meekly taken in consideration.
“The former portrait was terrible”, she thought. That was the excuse she invented for convincing herself her actions were right.
Over the wooden table there was a gilded frame sumptuously set, waiting for being placed on the vignette. And she, led by her curiosity, touched slightly all the frame with here index finger.
What a terrified expression she spread by her face when she saw in the door the austere glance the painter had! She stood suddenly pinned and quickly –there were not necessary words of the painter –left the room. It seemed like being a situation when a person with a horrifying look says, “you must go away” and the other person –Amelie, in this case –answers, “Indeed!” with her acts.
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