anything on earth. But...I was late, didn't hear your announcement, I was taken by surprise...and it came to me out there, I have seen no one naked before in my life. But I am not 'shocked' in the sense you think. Only... frozen.'

"Good, good, excellent! You have the analytical mind. You have been raised over-strictly, is it not so? (Incidentally the correct term here is nude, not naked.) Do not worry, but go out and in the next periods do what you can, what you can. But first a little medicine, I think." He reached into a drawer and drew out a flat bottle and a small glass, which he filled and handed to her.

She swallowed and choked, authority and economy having provided small experience of alcohol. Chuckling gently, TenBrinck patted her on the back. "Run now to the fountain for your 'chaser,' and then return and paint," ho said, and pushed her toward the corridor door.

She crossed to the fountain in a thrill of terror, having no idea what she had drunk except that it was frightfully strong and would certainly make her loopy. But when she reached her easel, she found the drink had only dissolved the paralyzing tension, leaving her with a wild happy confidence that she could do anything anything.

Garda was already posed again and she snatched up her crayon. She had wasted one period of the four, there was no time for a lot of drawing. She slashed in a mere stick-figure armature, and saw immediately the imaginary swathe of dark hanging, right-center, needed to balance the figure's shadow on the left. By golly, she was drawing things that weren't there, one of TenBrinck's enthusiasms if the things were well-placed!

But

Now she seized tubes and began to figure flesh tones. she quailed, remembering agonized half-hours spent on just face and arms, and TenBrinck saying with soft regret at the end: 'Ah, my dear young lady, so much struggle. One hits the bull's eye with a single arrow, not the whole quiver.' ...Oh damn all that! The only important thing now was getting this down on canvas to keep. (If

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