Frank Dicksee paintings

Frank Dicksee paintings
Ford Madox Brown paintings
Federico Andreotti paintings
Fra Angelico paintings
And suddenly the play of the word flashed up a wild suggestion. What if it were she who was dead! If she were going to die -- to die soon -- and leave him free! The sensation of standing there, in that warm familiar room, and looking at her, and wishing her dead, was so strange, so fascinating and overmastering, that its enormity did not immediately strike him. He simply felt that chance had given him a new possibility to which his sick soul might cling. Yes, May might die -- people did: young people, healthy people like herself: she might die, and set him suddenly free.
She glanced up, and he saw by her widening eyes that there must be something strange in his own.
``Newland! Are you ill?''
He shook his head and turned toward his arm-chair. She bent over her work-frame, and as he passed he laid his hand on her hair. ``Poor May!'' he said.
``Poor? Why poor?'' she echoed with a strained laugh.
``Because I shall never be able to open a window without worrying you,'' he rejoined, laughing also.
For a moment she was silent; then she said very low, her head bowed over her work: ``I shall never worry if you're happy.''
``Ah, my dear; and I shall never be happy unless I can open the windows!''