I know his name now.

His name—. How my heart beats as I write it—no, I cannot write it, I

will whisper it—it is Otto Dinkelspiel.

Is it not a beautiful name? Ah!

He was painting on a canvas—beautiful colours, red and gold and white,

in glorious opalescent streaks in all directions.

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