Bouguereau William

Bouguereau William
"Ellen?" he said warningly, "Ellen, now do have a care! I can't think what's come over, you about these murders. Turn your mind away from them, do! We needn't talk about them - not so much, that is "
"But I wants to talk about them," cried Mrs. Bunting hysterically.
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Bunting, staring across at his wife, felt sadly perplexed and disturbed. She really did seem ill; even her slight, spare figure looked shrunk. For the first time, so he told himself ruefully, Ellen was beginning to look her full age. Her slender hands - she had kept the pretty, soft white hands of the woman who has never done rough work - grasped the edge of the table with a convulsive movement.
Bouguereau William