Vincent van Gogh paintings

Vincent van Gogh paintings
Vittore Carpaccio paintings
Warren Kimble paintings
Wassily Kandinsky paintings
As she stood there, in her long sealskin coat, her hands thrust in a small round muff, her veil drawn down like a transparent mask to the tip of her nose, and the bunch of violets he had brought her stirring with her quickly-taken breath, it seemed incredible that this pure harmony of line and colour should ever suffer the stupid law of change.
``Meanwhile everything matters -- that concerns you,'' he said.
She looked at him thoughtfully, and turned back to the divan. He sat down beside her and waited; but suddenly he heard a step echoing far off down the empty rooms, and felt the pressure of the minutes.
``What is it you wanted to tell me?'' she asked, as if she had received the same warning.
``What I wanted to tell you?'' he rejoined. ``Why, that I believe you came to New York because you were afraid.''
``Afraid?''
``Of my coming to Washington.''
She looked down at her muff, and he saw her hands stir in it uneasily.