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'Tis not like cutting glass,--thy tools must not be pointed\r\nwith diamonds, Lucy?\"\r\n\r\n\"See, Pierre!\" said Lucy, holding out her little palm, \"see; this\r\nhandful of charcoal, a bit of bread, a crayon or two, and a square of\r\npaper:--that is all.\"\r\n\r\n\"Well, then, thou shalt charge one-seventy-five for a portrait.\"\r\n\r\n\"Only one-seventy-five, Pierre?\"\r\n\r\n\"I am half afraid now we have set it far too high, Lucy. Thou must not\r\nbe extravagant. Look: if thy terms were ten dollars, and thou didst\r\ncrayon on trust; then thou wouldst have plenty of sitters, but small\r\nreturns. But if thou puttest thy terms right-down, and also sayest thou\r\nmust have thy cash right-down too--don't start so at that _cash_--then\r\nnot so many sitters to be sure, but more returns. Thou understandest.\"\r\n\r\n\"It shall be just as thou say'st, Pierre.\"\r\n\r\n\"Well, then, I will write a card for thee, stating thy terms; and put it\r\nup conspicuously in thy room, so that every Apostle may know what he has\r\nto expect.\"\r\n\r\n\"Thank thee, thank thee, cousin Pierre,\" said Lucy, rising. \"I rejoice\r\nat thy pleasant and not entirely unhopeful view of my poor little plan.\r\nBut I must be doing something; I must be earning money. See, I have\r\neaten ever so much bread this morning, but have not earned one penny.\"\r\n\r\nWith a humorous sadness Pierre measured the large remainder of the one\r\nonly piece she had touched, and then would have spoken banteringly to\r\nher; but she had slid away into her own room.\r\n\r\nHe was presently roused from the strange revery into which the\r\nconclusion of this scene had thrown him, by the touch of Isabel's hand\r\nupon his knee, and her large expressive glance upon his face. During all\r\nthe foregoing colloquy, she had remained entirely silent; but an\r\nunoccupied observer would perhaps have noticed, that some new and very\r\nstrong emotions were restrainedly stirring within her.\r\n\r\n\"Pierre!\" she said, intently bending over toward him.\r\n\r\n\"Well, well, Isabel,\" stammeringly replied Pierre; while a mysterious\r\ncolor suffused itself over his whole face, neck, and brow; and\r\ninvoluntarily he started a little back from her self-proffering form.\r\n\r\nArrested by this movement Isabel eyed him fixedly; then slowly rose, and\r\nwith immense mournful stateliness, drew herself up, and said: \"If thy\r\nsister can ever come too nigh to thee, Pierre, tell thy sister so,\r\nbeforehand; for the September sun draws not up the valley-vapor more\r\njealously from the disdainful earth, than my secret god shall draw me up\r\nfrom thee, if ever I can come too nigh to thee.\"\r\n\r\nThus speaking, one hand was on her bosom, as if resolutely feeling of\r\nsomething deadly there concealed; but, riveted by her general manner\r\nmore than by her particular gesture, Pierre, at the instant, did not so\r\nparticularly note the all-significant movement of the hand upon her\r\nbosom, though afterward he recalled it, and darkly and thoroughly\r\ncomprehended its meaning.\r\n\r\n\"Too nigh to me, Isabel? Sun or dew, thou fertilizest me! Can sunbeams\r\nor drops of dew come too nigh the thing they warm and water? Then sit\r\ndown by me, Isabel, and sit close; wind in within my ribs,--if so thou\r\ncanst,--that my one frame may be the continent of two.\"\r\n\r\n\"Fine feathers make fine birds, so I have heard,\" said Isabel, most\r\nbitterly--\"but do fine sayings always make fine deeds? Pierre, thou\r\ndidst but just now draw away from me!\"\r\n\r\n\"When we would most dearly embrace, we first throw back our arms,\r\nIsabel; I but drew away, to draw so much the closer to thee.\"\r\n\r\n\"Well; all words are arrant skirmishers; deeds are the army's self! be\r\nit as thou sayest. I yet trust to thee.--Pierre.\"\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AKHN210ZQEHQ1BTZXXTMZ","peer_type":"section","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AN1M44053CXR9Z7BN7KXK","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AN1KZ2BWBBR61AZDCJ9R3","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:56.959Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:33.913Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}