flower vase painting

flower vase painting
claude monet impressionism painting
impressionism monet painting
monet oil painting
　　 Emma was extremely confused. She could not endure to give him the true explanation; for though her suspicions were by no means removed, she was really ashamed of having ever imparted them. 　　 "Oh!" she cried in evident embarrassment, "it all meant nothing; a mere joke among ourselves." 　　 "The joke," he replied gravely, "seemed confined to you and Mr. Churchill." 　　 He had hoped she would speak again, but she did not. She would
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rather busy herself about any thing than speak. He sat a little while in doubt. A variety of evils crossed his mind. Interference-- fruitless interference. Emma's confusion, and the acknowledged intimacy, seemed to declare her affection engaged. Yet he would speak. He owed it to her, to risk any thing that might be involved in an unwelcome interference, rather than her welfare; to encounter any thing, rather than the remembrance of neglect in such a cause.