van gogh painting

van gogh painting
and there over a fallen fragment of cornice. Wrapped up in a shawl,
I still carried the unknown little child: I might not lay it down
anywhere, however tired were my arms- however much its weight
impeded my progress, I must retain it. I heard the gallop of a horse
at a distance on the road; I was sure it was you; and you were
departing for many years and for a distant country. I climbed the thin
wall with frantic perilous haste, eager to catch one glimpse of you
from the top: the stones rolled from under my feet, the ivy branches I
grasped gave way, the child clung round my neck in terror, and
almost strangled me; at last I gained the summit. I saw you like a
speck on a white track, lessening every moment. The blast blew so
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strong I could not stand. I sat down on the narrow ledge; I hushed the
scared infant in my lap: you turned an angle of the road: I bent
forward to take a last look; the wall crumbled; I was shaken; the
child rolled from my knee, I lost my balance, fell, and woke.'
'Now, Jane, that is all.'
'All the preface, sir; the tale is yet to come. On waking, a
gleam dazzled my eyes; I thought- Oh, it is daylight! But I was
mistaken; it was only candlelight. Sophie, I supposed, had come in.
There was a light in the dressing-table, and the door of the closet,
where, before going to bed, I had hung my wedding-dress and veil,
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