Christ In The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee
Evening Mood painting
female nude reclining
flaming june painting ¡¡¡¡ "How?" ¡¡¡¡ "I met Jude! I didn't know he was coming. And----" ¡¡¡¡ "Well?" ¡¡¡¡ "I kissed him, and let him kiss me." ¡¡¡¡ "Oh--the old story!" ¡¡¡¡ "Richard, I didn't know we were going to kiss each other till we did!" ¡¡¡¡ "How many times?" ¡¡¡¡ "A good many. I don't know. I am horrified to look back on it, and the least I can do after it is to come to you like this." ¡¡¡¡ "Come--this is pretty bad, after what I've done! Anything else to confess?" ¡¡¡¡ "No." She had been intending to say: "I called him my darling love." But, as a contrite woman always keeps back a little, that portion of the scene remained untold. She went on: "I am never going to see him any more. He spoke of some things of the past: and it overcame me. He spoke of--the children. But, as I have said, I am glad--almost glad I mean--that they are dead, Richard. It blots out all that life of mine!"