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van gogh painting
¡¡¡¡'I was very happy, very. But, as years went on, my dear boy would have wearied of his child-wife. She would have been less and less a companion for him. He would have been more and more sensible of what was wanting in his home. She wouldn't have improved. It is better as it is.' ¡¡¡¡'Oh, Dora, dearest, dearest, do not speak to me so. Every word seems a reproach!' ¡¡¡¡'No, not a syllable!' she answers, kissing me. 'Oh, my dear, you never deserved it, and I loved you far too well to say a reproachful word to you, in earnest - it was all the merit I had, except being pretty - or you thought me so. Is it lonely, down- stairs, Doady?' ¡¡¡v
oil painting
¡'Very! Very!' ¡¡¡¡'Don't cry! Is my chair there?' ¡¡¡¡'In its old place.' ¡¡¡¡'Oh, how my poor boy cries! Hush, hush! Now, make me one promise. I want to speak to Agnes. When you go downstairs, tell Agnes so, and send her up to me; and while I speak to her, let no one come - not even aunt. I want to speak to Agnes by herself. I want to speak to Agnes, quite alone.' ¡¡¡¡I promise that she shall, immediately; but I cannot leave her, for my grief. ¡¡¡¡'I said that it was better as it is!' she whispers, as she holds me in her arms. 'Oh, Doady, after more years, you never could have loved your child-wife better than you do; and, after more years, she would so have tried and disappointed you, that you might not have been able to love her half so well! I know I was too young and foolish. It is much better as it is!'