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a
servile
copyist,
but
a
poet!"
cried
the
old
man
sharply,
cutting
porbus
short
with
an
imperious
gesture.
"otherwise
a
sculptor
might
make
a
plaster
cast
of
a
living
woman
and
save
himself
all
further
trouble.
well,
try
to
make
a
cast
of
your
mistresss
hand,
and
set
up
the