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It was like the scene of a flight, perhaps | It was like the scene of a flight, perhaps | ||
even a disaster, the scene of death. Paintings | even a disaster, the scene of a death. Paintings | ||
of | of houses, barns, wharves or willows stood about | ||
the floor propped against the legs of furniture; | the floor propped against the legs of furniture; | ||
uncleaned paint brushes & tubes of paint lay where | |||
they had been left and near the hearth was | they had been left and near the hearth was | ||
a sofa - pillow still bearing the imprint of a | a sofa-pillow still bearing the imprint of a | ||
resting head. I managed to kindle a few sticks | resting head. I managed to kindle a few sticks | ||
of wood and opened the door on the water side, to | of wood and opened the door on the water side, to | ||
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where she was sitting on the little bench | where she was sitting on the little bench | ||
before the fireplace. Presently we were startled | before the fireplace. Presently we were startled | ||
by the sound of scratching on the | by the sound of scratching on the screen door | ||
and the silhouette of a cat against the blowing | and the silhouette of a cat against the blowing | ||
Revision as of 01:05, 17 July 2021
But I feel a little frightened to go into it alone. Would you mind coming with me?" So we walked slowly up the brick walk and I turned the key in the lock. A cold mist was blowing in and the swollen door yielded with difficulty gaping finally like a great wound in the white clapboard flank. We stepped over the threshold and entered the room on the right.
It was like the scene of a flight, perhaps even a disaster, the scene of a death. Paintings of houses, barns, wharves or willows stood about the floor propped against the legs of furniture; uncleaned paint brushes & tubes of paint lay where they had been left and near the hearth was a sofa-pillow still bearing the imprint of a resting head. I managed to kindle a few sticks of wood and opened the door on the water side, to dilute the desolation and then turned back to Katharine where she was sitting on the little bench before the fireplace. Presently we were startled by the sound of scratching on the screen door and the silhouette of a cat against the blowing