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poussin,
the
enthusiast,
the
old
man,
was
suddenly
transfigured,
and
became
art
incarnate,
art
with
its
mysteries,
its
vehement
passion
and
its
dreams.
"yes,
my
dear
porbus,"
frenhofer
continued,
"hitherto
i
have
never
found
a
flawless
model,
a
body
with
outlines
of
perfect
beauty,
the
carnations--ah!
where
does
she
live?"