And the pocket-book was again deliberately produced, opened, sought through; from one of its compartments was extracted a shabby slip of paper, hastily torn off: I recognised in its texture and its stains of ultra-marine, and lake, and vermillion, the ravished margin of the portrait-cover.
Ráismertem az ultramarin és a piros foltokról. Ezt a csíkot szakította le St. John annak a papírlapnak a széléről, amelyet rajzolás közben a kezem alá szoktam tenni.