William Bouguereau Charity Painting

Charity painting
William Bouguereau Charity Painting
Evening Mood painting
calmly, tearing the licence slowly into halves and putting them in his pocket; `that being prevented, I should like to do some good to you and your husband, whoever he may be. There are many questions that I am tempted to ask, but I will not do so, of course, in opposition to your wishes. Though, if I could know your husband, I might more easily benefit him and you. Is he on this farm?' ¡¡¡¡`No,' she murmured. `He is far away.' ¡¡¡¡`Far away? From you? What sort of husband can he be?' ¡¡¡¡`O, do not speak against him! It was through you! He found out------' ¡¡¡¡`Ah, is it so! - . That's sad, Tess!' ¡¡¡¡`Yes.' ¡¡¡¡`But to stay away from you - to leave you to work like this!' ¡¡¡¡`He does not leave me to work!' she cried, springing to the defence of the absent one with all her fervour. `He don't know it! It is by my own arrangement.' ¡¡¡¡`Then, does he write?' ¡¡¡¡`I - I cannot tell you. There are things which are private to ourselves.' ¡¡¡¡`Of course that means that he does not. You are a deserted wife, my fair Tess!' ¡¡¡¡In an impulse he turned suddenly to take her hand; the buff-glove was on it, and he seized only the rough leather fingers which did not express the life or shape of those within. ¡¡¡¡`You must not - you must not!' she cried fearfully, slipping her hand from the glove as from a pocket, and leaving it in his grasp. `O, will you go away - for the sake of me and my husband - go, in