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I remained in Paris all that winter, and took a studio with an American friend,-Mr. Yewell,-but I could do no work; the headache never left me, and, though I could draw a little, my vision failed when it was strained, and I seemed to have lost my color sense. I was desperate, and, when Garibaldi set out on the Marsala expedition, I was just on the