CHAPTER VI
A Summer fragrance drifted through Anne Bradford's studio from the cedar branches nailed to the wall and the pine cones burning in the fireplace. The light of the fire and of the hanging lamp made curious effects in the great apartment. Spaces among the rafters were shadowy still. A Winged Victory, standing above a low partition that shut off another room, shone out in bold relief against the darkness.
It was odd and picturesque, with its irregular nooks and angles and its gallery on the east, reached by a winding stairway. Here two windows looked out upon the Square. An Indian hammock hung in one corner of the room. In another was a low divan, covered with a Bagdad curtain. The dull reds and olives of rugs and portières were relieved by a single bit of vivid colour, the scarlet robe of a cardinal in a picture on the easel.
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