The Sacrifice of Abraham painting

The Sacrifice of Abraham painting
The Three Ages of Woman
The Virgin and Child with St Anne
The Water lily Pond
¡¡¡¡ There was no reply. Thinking Sue was dozing he went on: ¡¡¡¡ "And there must be a rearrangement of that ventilator in the class-room. The wind blows down upon my head unmercifully and gives me the ear-ache." ¡¡¡¡ As the silence seemed more absolute than ordinarily he turned round. The heavy, gloomy oak wainscot, which extended over the walls upstairs and down in the dilapidated "Old-Grove Place," and the massive chimney-piece reaching to the ceiling, stood in odd contrast to the new and shining brass bedstead, and the new suite of birch furniture that he had bought for her, the two styles seeming to nod to each other across three centuries upon the shaking floor. ¡¡¡¡ "Soo!" he said (this being the way in which he pronounced her name). ¡¡¡¡ She was not in the bed, though she had apparently been there-- the clothes on her side being flung back. Thinking she might have forgotten some kitchen detail and gone downstairs for a moment to see to it, he pulled off his coat and idled quietly enough for a few minutes, when, finding she did not come, he went out upon the landing, candle in hand, and said again "Soo!" ¡¡¡¡ "Yes!" came back to him in her voice, from the distant kitchen quarter. ¡¡¡¡ "What are you doing down there at midnight--tiring yourself out for nothing!" ¡¡¡¡ "I am not sleepy; I am reading; and there is a larger fire here." ¡¡¡¡ He went to bed. Some time in the night he awoke. She was not there, even now. Lighting a candle he hastily stepped out upon the landing, and again called her name.