Famous painting

Famous painting
become so nervous, so "jumpy," that he didn't know what to make of her sometimes. She had never been really good-tempered - your capable, self -respecting woman seldom is - but she had never been like what she was now. And she didn't get better as the days went on; in fact she got worse. Of late she had been quite hysterical, and for no reason at all! Take that little practical joke of young Joe Chandler. Ellen knew quite well he often had to go about in some kind of disguise, and yet how she had gone on, quite foolish-like - not at all as one would have expected her to do.
There was another queer thing about her which disturbed him in more senses than one. During the last three weeks or so Ellen had taken to talking in her sleep. "No, no, no!" she had cried out, only the night before. "It isn't true - I won't have it said - it's a lie!" And there had been a wail of horrible fear and revolt in her usually quiet, mincing voice.
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Whew! it was cold; and he had stupidly forgotten his gloves.
He put his hands in his pockets to keep them warm, and began walking more quickly