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'Do you never see ghosts?' When I got to be on more intimate terms with him, his invariable reply was—'My fate; that horrible, horrible fate of mine!' But then, smiling and arching his eyebrows, he always hummed, 'Non ci pensiam.'"
"He was not of a gloomy or brooding disposition, was he?"
"No, not at all; he was only very superstitious."
"As all artists, I believe."
"Or rather, all persons like—well, like ourselves; for nothing renders people so superstitious as vice"
"Or ignorance."
"Oh! that is quite a different kind of superstition."
"Was there any peculiar dynamic quality in his eyes?"
"For myself of course there was; yet he had not what you would call hypnotizing eyes; his glances were far more dreamy than piercing, or staring; and still they had such penetrating power that, from the very first time I saw him,
