Mary Cassatt paintings

Mary Cassatt paintings
gustav klimt paintings
But at Whitsuntide she ran away from Yonville, carried off by Théodore, stealing all that was left of the wardrobe.
It was about this time that the widow Dupuis had the honour to inform him of the “marriage of Monsieur Léon Dupuis her son, notary at Yvetot, to Mademoiselle Léocadie Leboeuf of Bondeville.” Charles, among the other congratulations he sent him, wrote this sentence—
“How glad my poor wife would have been!”
One day when, wandering aimlessly about the house, he had gone up to the attic, he felt a pellet of fine paper under his slipper. He opened it and read: “Courage, Emma, courage. I would not bring misery into your life.” It was Rodolphe’s letter, fallen to the ground between the boxes, where it had remained, and that the wind from the dormer window had just blown towards the door. And Charles stood, motionless and staring, in the very same place where, long ago, Emma, in despair, and paler even than he, had thought of dying. At last he discovered a small R