Thou sawest a woman mourning, and thou begannest to comfort her.

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Fürst missed the commercial foresight to paint more of it and less of the dazzling sheen of waves. With ghonnellas, dgħajsas and karrozzini, his paintings would today fetch four or five figure prices at auction.