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ArtistHe was a lonely old man in a shabby brown tailcoat, a gray beard and thick eyebrows that always came down to the bridge of his nose, but which were held in place by a pince-nez. his office was equally decrepit. The curtains creaked with every step, the wind blew from the half-open window, lifting up the dark velvet curtains, books stood in heaps, collecting dust.