The Lady of Shalott

The Lady of Shalott
the night watch by rembrandt
the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
schoolboy -there had been,perhaps,something almost pathetic about hiseagerness.And now,for no reason at all,he was shy,boorish -positively rude. "I shan't take any more trouble with him"said Sarah indignantly. For Sarah,without being unduly conceited,had a fairly good opinion ofherself.She knew herself to be definitely attractive to the opposite sex,and shewas not one to take a snubbing lying sown! She had been,perhaps,a shade over-friendly to this boy because,for someobscure reason,she had felt sorry for him. But now,it was apparent,he was merely a rude,stuck-up,boorish young American! Instead of writing the letters she had mentioned,Sarah King sat down infront of her dressing-table,combed the hair back from her forehead,looked into apair of trou
oil painting
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bled hazel eyes in the glass,and took stock of her situation in life. She had just passed through a difficult emotional crisis.A month ago she hadbroken off her engagement to a young doctor some four years her senior.They hadbeen very much attracted to each other,but had been too much alike intemperament.Disagreements and quarrels had been of common occurrence.Sarah wasof too imperious a temperament herself to brook a calm assertion ofautocracy.Like many high-spirited women,Sarah believed herself to admirestrength.She had always told herself that she wanted to be mastered.When she meta man capable of mastering her she found that she did not like it at all!Tobreak off her engagement had cost her a good deal of heart-burning,but she wasclear-sighted enough to realize that mere mutual attraction was not a sufficientbasis on which to build a lifetime of happiness.She had treated herself