van gogh painting

van gogh painting
'How well you read me, you witch!' interposed Mr. Rochester: 'but
what did you find in the veil besides its embroidery? Did you find
poison, or a dagger, that you look so mournful now?'
'No, no, sir; besides the delicacy and richness of the fabric, I
found nothing save Fairfax Rochester's pride; and that did not scare
me, because I am used to the sight of the demon. But, sir, as it
grew dark, the wind rose: it blew yesterday evening, not as it blows
now- wild and high- but "with a sullen, moaning sound" far more eerie.
I wished you were at home. I came into this room, and the sight of the van gogh painting
van gogh painting
empty chair and fireless hearth chilled me. For some time after I went
to bed, I could not sleep- a sense of anxious excitement distressed
me. The gale still rising, seemed to my ear to muffle a mournful
under-sound; whether in the house or abroad I could not at first tell,
but it recurred, doubtful yet doleful at every lull; at last I made
out it must be some dog howling at a distance. I was glad when it
ceased. On sleeping, I continued in dreams the idea of a dark and
gusty night. I continued also the wish to be with you, and experienced
a strange, regretful consciousness of some barrier dividing us. During van gogh painting