Knights of the Art; stories of the Italian painters by Amy Steedman
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`It is well worth the money,' he said; `and if thou
wilt return with me to my house, I will pay thee the six gold pieces.' Biagio scarcely knew what to do. He was so puzzled and bewildered he felt as if this must be a bad dream. As soon as he could, he rushed back to the studio to look again at that picture, and then he found that the red-capped citizens had disappeared, and his eight angels were there instead. This of course was not surprising, as Sandro and his pupils had quickly removed the wax and taken off the scarlet caps. `Master, master,' cried the astonished pupil, `tell me if I am dreaming, or if I have lost my wits? When I came in just now, these angels were Florentine citizens with red caps on their heads, and now they are angels once more. What may this mean?' `I think, Biagio, that this money must have turned thy brain round,' said Botticelli gravely. `If the angels had looked as thou sayest, dost thou think the citizen would have bought the picture?' `That is true,' said Biagio, shaking his head solemnly; `and yet I swear I never saw anything more clearly.' |
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