Monday, December 17, 2007

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thomas kinkade picture
van gogh painting
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He noticed that whenever he tried to speak of the schoolmaster she turned the conversation to some generalizations about the offending university. Jude was extremely, morbidly, curious about her life as Phillotson's PROTEGEE and betrothed; yet she would not enlighten him. ¡¡¡¡ "Well, that's just what I am, too," he said. "I am fearful of life, spectre-seeing always." ¡¡¡¡ "But you are good and dear!" she murmured. ¡¡¡¡ His heart bumped, and he made no reply. ¡¡¡¡ "You are in the Tractarian stage just now, are you not?" she added, putting on flippancy to hide real feeling, a common trick with her. "Let me see--when was I there? In the year eighteen hundred and----" ¡¡¡¡ "There's a sarcasm in that which is rather unpleasant to me, Sue. Now will you do what I
oil painting want you to? At this time I read a chapter, and then say prayers, as I told you. Now will you concentrate your attention on any book of these you like, and sit with your back to me, and leave me to my custom? You are sure you won't join me?" ¡¡¡¡ "I'll look at you." ¡¡¡¡ "No. Don't tease, Sue!" ¡¡¡¡ "Very well--I'll do just as you bid me, and I won't vex you, Jude," she replied, in the tone of a child who was going to be good for ever after, turning her back upon him accordingly. A small Bible other than the one he was using lay near her, and during his retreat she took it up, and turned over the leaves.

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