Returning to Mrs Sindlesham’s chair, he
held up the miniature so the face depicted there was turned towards the old lady. She was already a little prepared by her discursive reading and discussion
under the Widgett influence for ideas and “movements,” though
temperamentally perhaps she was rather disposed to resist and criticise than
embrace them. To-night the subtle
suggestiveness of those few daring lines, fascinating in their very simplicity, the
head thrown back, the half-closed eyes—the inner meaning of the great artist
seemed to come to him with a rush. They're only just
gone, mercy on us! what a clatter," she added, as the knocking was repeated
more violently than before. ‘Who’d believe me? And I’d have
to tell my part in it all, too. Her likeness to her sister gave him at first almost a shock; a moment afterwards
he was conscious of a wonderful sense of relief. He would always see the picture of the
huge, raw-boned Dutchman, haranguing and thundering the word of God into
the dull ears of South Sea Islanders, who, an hour later, would be carrying fruit
penitently to their wooden images. She loved the market, the horses
trotting about, the bishops forced to be on the same road
with old washer-women, the fools begging for a Florin or
a ducat. elizabethbailey. “To tell you the truth though, I am quite a stranger in
London, and it occurred to me that Mr. His chest heaved violently, and big tears coursed
rapidly down his cheeks. Though Gerald must suppose it was
inevitable she should eventually come here.
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