The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 135: what you’re looking at

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128 Penelope. “Mr. Warrington, will you show us the picture you have just completed ?”’ “Certainly,” he answered. “It is in this room;” and, drawing aside a curtain, displayed a picture still resting upon the easel. “Tt is called “Penelope,’”’ he said, quietly. Helen gave one look at the canvas and her face turned crimson. Not the Queen herself could have been more lovely than the face portrayed upon the canvas, and yet, idealized through it all, she saw herself. Once, long ago, Warring- ton had spoken of her knitting as a perfect “Penelope’s web,” and had begun the picture which was unfinished when she received her fortune and he departed for Aus- tralia. The painting came to her like a revelation, and as the party was about to leave she went up to Warrington and said: “Mr. Warrington, will you please make no disposal of your last picture until you see me again? Will you call to-morrow ?” He looked surprised, but assented. Was it to tell him of her engagement, he wondered. Helen was sitting in the library when he came the next afternoon, and he noticed that her work was in her hands. She was too deeply in earnest to talk of common topics, but went directly to her subject. “Mr. Warrington, do you remember a little sketch you Gomicbook (Eo)