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The Duke's Prize; a Story of Art and Heart in Florence by Maturin Murray Ballou
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indescribable something that had been wanting-the je ne sais quoi
that had been referred to as being requisite to its proper finish.
It was done with such judgment and skill, that the addition, though
fresh, could not be detected unless by a very close observation.
None save the author, who had purposely left that flaw, could so
have remedied it. It was done almost instantly, yet with precision
and accuracy.

The duke gazed upon the canvass for a moment, and then exclaimed
with admiration:

"The Grand Chamberlain!-by our lady, what a likeness! Sir artist,
thou hast the pencil of a Raphael!"

"Is your excellenza satisfied?"

"We are convinced that the piece is thine own. None other than its
author could have accomplished that which we have just witnessed."

"Come hither, gentlemen," said the duke to several of his court
about him; and pointing to the canvass, and the touch it had just
received, said, "This proof is incontestable!"

"It is, indeed," was the response,

"Are you, too, satisfied, gentlemen?"

"We are."

"Enough."
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