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"Bravo, I congratulate you," she said, "you have no small talent.

Only do not neglect it; above all you need to search out a

beautiful environment! O happy skies of the Italian lands! rose

gardens of the Caesars! ye classic cascades of Tibur, and dread

craggy paths of Posilipo! That, Count, is the land of painters!

On us may God have pity! A child of the Muses, put out to nurse

in Soplicowo, would surely die. My dear Count, I will have this

framed, or I will put it in my album, in my collection of

drawings, which I have gathered from every source: I have numbers

of them in my desk."