Marc Chagall Painting

Marc Chagall Painting
But no - he thrust the thought the temptation, from him. Again a convulsive look of rage came over his face. He had remembered his landlady. How could the woman whom he had treated so generously have betrayed him to his arch-enemy? - to the official, that is, who had entered into a conspiracy years ago to have him confined - him, an absolutely sane man with a great avenging work to do in the world - in a lunatic asylum.
Marc Chagall Painting
He stepped out into the open air, and the curtain, falling-to behind him, blotted out the tall, thin figure from the little group of people who had watched him disappear.
Even Daisy felt a little scared. "He did look bad, didn't he, now?" she turned appealingly to Mr. Hopkins.
"Yes, that he did, poor gentleman - your lodger, too?" he looked sympathetically at Mrs. Bunting.
Marc Chagall Painting