Paul Delaroche, La jeune martyre, 1855

I regret I didn't take her picture when I was in the Louvre. I passed her twice and she's been playing on me ever since. Anyway, I'm back. Figured I'd start with her (something I'd missed but that is still haunting me). You'll be subject to Francorrhoea for sometime to come (sorry in advance).

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