And the pocket-book was again deliberately produced, opened, sought through; from one of its compartments was extracted a shabby slip of paper, hastily torn off: I recognised in its texture and its stains of ultra-marine, and lake, and vermillion, the ravished margin of the portrait-cover.
Volvió a sacar la cartera y de una de sus divisiones extrajo una delgada tira de papel, en la que reconocí, por sus manchas de azul ultramar, ocre y bermellón, el borde de la hoja que Rivers cortara en mi casa el día antes.