China oil paintings

China oil paintings
contemporary abstract painting
painting idea
floral oil painting
Phillotson, horrified, ran downstairs, striking himself sharply against the newel in his haste. Opening the heavy door he ascended the two or three steps to the level of the ground, and there on the gravel before him lay a white heap. Phillotson seized it in his arms, and bringing Sue into the hall seated her on a chair, where he gazed at her by the flapping light of the candle which he had set down in the draught on the bottom stair. ¡¡¡¡ She had certainly not broken her neck. She looked at him with eyes that seemed not to take him in; and though not particularly large in general they appeared so now. ¡¡¡¡ She pressed her side and rubbed her arm, as if conscious of pain; then stood up, averting her face, in evident distress at his gaze. ¡¡¡¡ "Thank God--you are not
oil painting killed! Though it's not for want of trying-- not much hurt I hope?" ¡¡¡¡ Her fall, in fact, had not been a serious one, probably owing to the lowness of the old rooms and to the high level of the ground without. Beyond a scraped elbow and a blow in the side she had apparently incurred little harm. ¡¡¡¡ "I was asleep, I think!" she began, her pale face still turned away from him. "And something frightened me--a terrible dream--I thought I saw you--" The actual circumstances seemed to come back to her, and she was silent. ¡¡¡¡ Her cloak was hanging at the back of the door, and the wretched Phillotson