George Inness paintings

George Inness paintings
George Frederick Watts paintings
Guercino paintings
Howard Behrens paintings
They turned and scurried down the crowded street. "Don't run," he said suddenly; "we shall get there just as quickly if we walk fast. People are noticing you, Ellen. Don't run."
He spoke breathlessly, but it was breathlessness induced by fear and by excitement, not by the quick pace at which they were walking.
At last they reached their own gate, and Bunting pushed past in front of his wife.
After all, Daisy was his child; Ellen couldn't know how he was feeling.
He seemed to take the path in one leap, then fumbled for a moment with his latchkey.
Opening wide the door, "Daisy!" he called out, in a wailing voice, "Daisy, my dear! where are you?"
"Here I am, father. What is it?"
"She's all right " Bunting turned a grey face to his wife. "She's all right Ellen."
He waited a moment, leaning against the wall of the passage. "It did give me a turn," he said, and then, warningly, "Don't frighten the girl, Ellen."