mona lisa painting

mona lisa painting
canvas painting
animal painting
painting in oil
¡¡¡¡ The farcical yet melancholy event was the beginning of a serious illness for him; and he lay in his lonely bed in the pathetic state of mind of a middle-aged man who perceives at length that his life, intellectual and domestic, is tending to failure and gloom. Gillingham came to see him in the evenings, and on one occasion mentioned Sue's name. ¡¡¡¡ "She doesn't care anything about me!" said Phillotson. "Why should she?" ¡¡¡¡ "She doesn't know you are ill." ¡¡¡¡ "So much the better for both of us." ¡¡¡¡ "Where are her lover and she living?" ¡¡¡¡ "At Melchester--I suppose; at least he was living there some time ago." ¡¡¡¡ When Gillingham reached home he sat and reflected, and at last wrote an anonymous line to Sue, on the bare chance of its reaching her, the letter being enclosed in an envelope addressed to Jude at the diocesan capital. Arriving at that place it was forwarded to Marygreen in North Wessex,
oil paintingand thence to Aldbrickham by the only person who knew his present address--the widow who had nursed his aunt. ¡¡¡¡ Three days later, in the evening, when the sun was going down in splendour over the lowlands of Blackmoor, and making the Shaston windows like tongues of fire to the eyes of the rustics in that vale, the sick man fancied that he heard somebody come to the house, and a few minutes after there was a tap at the bedroom door. Phillotson did not speak; the door was hesitatingly opened, and there entered--Sue. ¡¡¡¡ She was in light spring clothing, and her advent seemed ghostly-- like the flitting in of a moth. He turned his eyes upon her, and flushed; but appeared to check his primary impulse to speak.