Van Gogh Painting

Van Gogh Painting
As the shouts came through the closed windows and the thick damask curtains, Bunting felt a sudden sense of mind hunger fall upon him.
It was a shame - a damned shame - that he shouldn't know what was happening in the world outside! Only criminals are kept from hearing news of what is going on beyond their prison walls. And those shouts, those hoarse, sharp cries must portend that something really exciting had happened, something warranted to make a man forget for the moment his own intimate, gnawing troubles.
Van Gogh Painting
He got up, and going towards the nearest window strained his eats to listen. There fell on them, emerging now and again from the confused babe1 of hoarse shouts, the one clear word "Murder!"
Slowly Bunting's brain pieced the loud, indistinct cries into some sort of connected order. Yes, that was it - "Horrible Murder! Murder at St. Pancras!"
Van Gogh Painting