The Painter's Honeymoon

The Painter's Honeymoon
the polish rider
The Sacrifice of Abraham painting
The Three Ages of Woman
¡¡¡¡ "Well--it was significant," said Sue. "There's more for us to think about in that one little hungry heart than in all the stars of the sky.... I suppose, dear, we must pluck up courage, and get that ceremony over? It is no use struggling against the current, and I feel myself getting intertwined with my kind. Oh Jude, you'll love me dearly, won't you, afterwards! I do want to be kind to this child, and to be a mother to him; and our adding the legal form to our marriage might make it easier for me." ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡ IV ¡¡¡¡ THEIR next and second attempt thereat was more deliberately made, though it was begun on the morning following the singular child's arrival at their home. ¡¡¡¡ Him they found to be in the habit of sitting silent, his quaint and weird face set, and his eyes resting on things they did not see in the substantial world. ¡¡¡¡ "His face is like the tragic mask of Melpomene," said Sue. "What is your name, dear? Did you tell us?" ¡¡¡¡ "Little Father Time is what they always called me. It is a nickname; because I look so aged, they say." ¡¡¡¡ "And you talk so, too," said Sue tenderly. "It is strange, Jude, that these preternaturally old boys almost always come from new countries. But what were you christened?"