Salvador Dali paintings

Salvador Dali paintings
Stephen Gjertson paintings
Sir Henry Raeburn paintings
Thomas Cole paintings
She turned away without answering and got quickly into the carriage. As it drove off she leaned forward, and he thought she waved her hand in the obscurity. He stared after her in a turmoil of contradictory feelings. It seemed to him that he had been speaking not to the woman he loved but to another, a woman he was indebted to for pleasures already wearied of: it was
-308-hateful to find himself the prisoner of this hackneyed vocabulary.
``She'll come!'' he said to himself, almost contemptuously. Avoiding the popular ``Wolfe collection,'' whose anecdotic canvases filled one of the main galleries of the queer wilderness of cast-iron and encaustic tiles known as the Metropolitan Museum, they had wandered down a passage to the room where the ``Cesnola antiquities'' mouldered in unvisited loneliness.
They had this melancholy retreat to themselves, and seated on the divan enclosing the central steam-radiator, they were staring silently at the glass cabinets mounted in ebonised wood which contained the recovered fragments of Ilium.
``It's odd,'' Madame Olenska said, ``I never came here before.''
``Ah, well -- . Some day, I suppose, it will be a great Museum.''
``Yes,'' she assented absently.