Between nine and ten, at last, in the high clear picture--he was moving in these days, as in a gallery, from clever canvas to clever canvas--he drew a long breath: it was so presented to him from the first that the spell of his luxury wouldn't be broken.
Henry JamesAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: April 15, 1843
- Died: February 28, 1916
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