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At three o'clock Lightmark dismissed his model -- an Italian, with a wonderfully fine torso and admirable capabilities for picturesque pose, whom he had easily persuaded to abandon his ice-cream barrow to sit for him two or three times a week, acting the part of studio servant in the intervals.
"That will do, Cesare," he said, "_aspetto persone_; besides, you're shivering: I shall have you catching cold next, and I can't paint while you're sneezing. Yes, you're quite right, _e un freddo terribile_, considering that it's July. Off with you now, and come again at the same time on Friday. _Si conservi_ -- that's to say, don't get drunk in the interval; it makes you look such a brute that I can't paint you."