Gather ye rosebuds while ye may

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
Evening Mood painting
female nude reclining
flaming june painting
"So in talking of 'your husband' to the bar gentlemen you meant him, of course--not me!" ¡¡¡¡ "Of course.... Come, don't fuss about it." ¡¡¡¡ "I have nothing more to say!" replied Jude. "I have nothing at all to say about the--crime--you've confessed to!" ¡¡¡¡ "Crime! Pooh. They don't think much of such as that over there! Lots of 'em do it.... Well, if you take it like that I shall go back to him! He was very fond of me, and we lived honourable enough, and as respectable as any married couple in the colony! How did I know where you were?" ¡¡¡¡ "I won't go blaming you. I could say a good deal; but perhaps it would be misplaced. What do you wish me to do?" ¡¡¡¡ "Nothing. There was one thing more I wanted to tell you; but I fancy we've seen enough of one another for the present! I shall think over what you said about your circumstances, and let you know." ¡¡¡¡ Thus they parted. Jude watched her disappear in the direction of the hotel, and entered the railway station close by. Finding that it wanted three-quarters of an hour of the time at which he could get a train back to Alfredston, he strolled mechanically into the city as far as to the Fourways, where he stood as he had so often stood before, and surveyed Chief Street stretching ahead, with its college after college, in picturesqueness unrivalled except by such Continental vistas as the Street of Palaces in Genoa; the lines of the buildings being as distinct in the morning air as in an architectural drawing. But Jude was far from seeing or criticizing these things; they were hidden by an indescribable consciousness of Arabella's midnight contiguity, a sense of degradation at his revived experiences with her, of her appearance as she lay asleep at dawn, which set upon his motionless face a look as of one accurst. If he could only have felt resentment towards her he would have been less unhappy; but he pitied while he contemned her.