Modern Art Painting

Modern Art Painting
She pulled off the little white woolen cap she was wearing and threw iton the ground.I could see her better now as she turned a little so that thelight fell on her. My first impression was of the Dutch dolls that my sisters used to playwith in my childhood.Her hair was black and cut in a straight bob and a bangacross the forehead.Her cheek-bones were high and her whole figure had aqueer modern angularity that was not，somehow，unattractive.She was notgood-looking-plain rather-but there was an intensity about her，aforcefulness that made her a person quite impossible to overlook. "You are Miss Barnard?"I asked. "I am Megan Barnard.You belong to the police，I suppose?"
Modern Art Painting
"Well，"I said."Not exactly-"She interrupted me. "I don't think I've got anything to say to you.My sister was a nicebright girl with no men friends.Good morning." She gave me a short laugh as she spoke and regarded me challengingly. "That's the correct phrase，I believe?"she said. "I'm not a reporter，if that's what you're getting at." "Well，what are you?"She looked around "Where's mum and dad?" "Your father is showing the police your sister's bedroom.Your mother'sin there.She's very upset." The girl seemed to make a decision. "Come in here，"she said.
Modern Art Painting