Monday, June 2, 2008

Theodore Chasseriau paintings

Theodore Chasseriau paintings
Ted Seth Jacobs paintings
Vincent van Gogh paintings
Vittore Carpaccio paintings
A pleasant glow dilated Archer's heart. There was nothing extraordinary in the tale: any woman would have done as much for a neighbour's child. But it was just like Ellen, he felt, to have rushed in bareheaded, carrying the boy in her arms, and to have dazzled poor Mrs. Winsett into forgetting to ask who she was.
``That is the Countess Olenska -- a granddaughter of old Mrs. Mingott's.''
``Whew -- a Countess!'' whistled Ned Winsett. ``Well, I didn't know Countesses were so neighbourly. Mingotts ain't.''
``They would be, if you'd let them.''
``Ah, well -- '' It was their old interminable argument as to the obstinate unwillingness of the ``clever people'' to frequent the fashionable, and both men knew that there was no use in prolonging it.
``I wonder,'' Winsett broke off, ``how a Countess happens to live in our slum?''

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