Vincent van Gogh The Starry Night Painting

Vincent van Gogh The Starry Night Painting
I saw Mr. Rochester shudder: a singularly marked expression of
disgust, horror, hatred, warped his countenance almost to
distortion, but he only said-
'Come, be silent, Richard, and never mind her gibberish: don't
repeat it.'
'I wish I could forget it,' was the answer.
'You will when you are out of the country: when you get back to
Spanish Town, you may think of her as dead and buried- or rather,
you need not think of her at all.'
'Impossible to forget this night!'
'It is not impossible: have some energy, man. You thought you
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were as dead as a herring two hours since, and you are all alive and
talking now. There!- Carter has done with you or nearly so; I'll
make you decent in a trice. Jane' (he turned to me for the first
time since his re-entrance), 'take this key: go down into my
bedroom, and walk straight forward into my dressing-room: open the top
drawer of the wardrobe and take out a clean shirt and
neck-handkerchief: bring them here; and be nimble.'
I went; sought the repository he had mentioned, found the
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