Mary Cassatt painting

Mary Cassatt painting
There was something so peculiar about the tentative way he said the wordthat Mrs Marbury looked at him in surprise. "Cheltenham's a nice place，"she said conversationally."I went therefrom Bristol one year.The shops are ever so nice." "I suppose so-yes." Mrs Marbury stooped rather stiffly-for stooping did not suit herfigure-to pick up the paper that was lying crumpled on the floor. "Nothing but this murdering business in the papers nowadays，"she saidas she glanced at the headlines before putting it back on the table."Givesme the creeps，it does.I don't read it.It's like Jack the Ripper all overagain." Mr Cust's lips moved，but no sound came from them.
Mary Cassatt painting
"Doncaster-that's the place he's going to do his next murder，"said MrsMarbury."And tomorrow!Fairly makes your flesh creep，doesn't it?If I livedin Doncaster and my name began with a D，I'd take the first train away，thatI would.I'd run no risks.What did you say，Mr Cust?" "Nothing，Mrs Marbury-nothing." "It's the races and all.No doubt he thinks he'll get his opportunitythere.Hundreds of police，they say，they're drafting in and-Why，Mr Cust，you do look bad.Hadn't you better have a little drop of something?Really，now，you oughtn't to go travelling today." Mr Cust drew himself up.
Mary Cassatt painting