Saturday, October 4, 2008

Claude Theberge The Race painting

Claude Theberge The Race paintingClaude Theberge the pink veil paintingClaude Theberge One Friday Evening Downtown painting
is. But the running away - he ran away, too, you know. It was as you said just now, he was ashamed of being unhappy. Both of them unhappy, ashamed, and running away. It’s too pitiful. The men I grew up with’ - and her great eyes moved from the embroidery to the three miniatures in the folding leathecase on the chimney-piece - ‘were not like that. I simply don’t understand it. Do you, Charles?’
‘Only very little.’
‘And yet Sebastian is fonder of you than of any of us, you know. You’ve got to help him. I can’t.’
I have here compressed into a few sentences what, there, required many. Lady Marchmain was not diffuse, but she took hold of her subject in a feminine, flirtatious way, circling, approaching, retreating, feinting; she

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