Monday, December 24, 2007

canvas painting

canvas painting
animal painting
painting in oil
Emma paused and then went on:
"That, of course, was only common sense and I quite agreed. But if this girl - woman – was really the Martine about whom Edmund had written to me, I felt that we must make her welcome. I wrote to the address she gave in her letter inviting her to come down to Rutherford Hall and meet us. A few days later I received a telegram from London: Very sorry forced to return to France unexpectedly. Martine."
"All this took place - when?"
oil painting
Emma frowned.
"It was shortly before Christmas. I know, because I wanted to suggest her spending Christmas with us - but my father would not hear it - so I suggested she should come down the week-end after Christmas while the family would still be there. I think the wire saying she was returning to France came actually a few days before Christmas."
"And you believe that this woman whose body was found in the sarcophagus might be Martine?"
"No, of course I don't. But when you said she was probably a foreigner - well, I couldn't help wondering… if perhaps…"
Her voice died away.
Craddock spoke quickly and reassuringly.

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