Now, here is the face as he first conceived it." "And a more energetic demon, altogether, than that of the finished picture," said Kenyon, taking the sketch into his hand.

"What a spirit is conveyed into the ugliness of this strong, writhing, squirming dragon, under the Archangel's foot! Neither is the face an impossible one.

Upon my word, I have seen it somewhere, and on the shoulders of a living man!" "And so have I," said Hilda.

"It was what struck me from the first." "Donatello, look at this face!" cried Kenyon.
The young Italian, as may be supposed, took little interest in matters of art, and seldom or never ventured an opinion respecting them.

After holding the sketch a single instant in his hand, he flung it from him with a shudder of disgust and repugnance, and a frown that had all the bitterness of hatred.
"I know the face well!" whispered he.