I brought the robe over my head the imageas he called itbecame clearer
and clearer ― the tablethe chairsthe yellow curtain in the cornerthe back wall with the
map hanging on itthe ceramic pot gleaming on the tablethe pewter basinthe powder-
brushthe letter. They were all thereassembled before my eyes on a flat surfacea
painting that was not a painting. I cautiously touched the glass ― it was smooth and cold
with no traces of paint on it. I removed the robe and the image went faint againthough it
was still there. I put the robe over me once moreclosing out the lightand watched the
jeweled colors appear again. They seemed to be even brighter and more colorful on the
glass than they were in the corner.
It became as hard to stop looking into the box as it had been to take my eyes from the
painting of the woman with the pearl necklace the first time I'd seen it. When I heard the
tap on the door I just had time to straighten up and let the robe drop to my shoulders
before he walked in.
Have you looked againGriet? Have you looked properly?
I have lookedsirbut I am not at all sure of what I have seen.
I smoothed my cap.
It is surprisingisn't it? I was as amazed as you the first time my friend showed [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]
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