precious time

precious time
Red Hat Girl
Red Nude painting
Regatta At Argenteuil
He despatched the note on Easter Eve, and there seemed a finality in their decisions. But other forces and laws than theirs were in operation. On Easter Monday morning he received a message from the Widow Edlin, whom he had directed to telegraph if anything serious happened: ¡¡¡¡ Your aunt is sinking. Come at once. ¡¡¡¡ He threw down his tools and went. Three and a half hours later he was crossing the downs about Marygreen, and presently plunged into the concave field across which the short cut was made to the village. As he ascended on the other side a labouring man, who had been watching his approach from a gate across the path, moved uneasily, and prepared to speak. "I can see in his face that she is dead," said Jude. "Poor Aunt Drusilla!" ¡¡¡¡ It was as he had supposed, and Mrs. Edlin had sent out the man to break the news to him. ¡¡¡¡ "She wouldn't have knowed 'ee. She lay like a doll wi' glass eyes; so it didn't matter that you wasn't here," said he. ¡¡¡¡ Jude went on to the house, and in the afternoon, when everything was done, and the layers-out had finished their beer, and gone, he sat down alone in the silent place. It was absolutely necessary to communicate with Sue, though two or three days earlier they had agreed to mutual severance. He wrote in the briefest terms: ¡¡¡¡ Aunt Drusilla is dead, having been taken almost suddenly. The funeral is on Friday afternoon