Theodore Robinson paintings

Theodore Robinson paintings
Titian paintings
Theodore Chasseriau paintings
Ted Seth Jacobs paintings
She stood up and wandered across the room. Archer, remaining seated, watched the light movements of her figure, so girlish even under its heavy furs, the cleverly planted heron wing in her fur cap, and the way a dark curl lay like a flattened vine spiral on each cheek above the ear. His mind, as always when they first met, was wholly absorbed in the delicious details that made her herself and no other. Presently he rose and approached the case before which she stood. Its glass shelves were crowded with small broken objects -- hardly recognisable domestic utensils, ornaments and personal trifles -- made of glass, of clay, of discoloured bronze and other time-blurred substances.
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``It seems cruel,'' she said, ``that after a while nothing matters . . . any more than these little things, that used to be necessary and important to forgotten people, and now have to be guessed at under a magnifying glass and labelled: `Use unknown.' ''
``Yes; but meanwhile -- ''
``Ah, meanwhile -- ''