Emile Munier paintings

Emile Munier paintings
Edwin Lord Weeks paintings
Fabian Perez paintings
Francois Boucher paintings
``The room is stifling: I want a little air.''
He had insisted that the library curtains should draw backward and forward on a rod, so that they might be closed in the evening, instead of remaining nailed to a gilt cornice, and immovably looped up over layers of lace, as in the drawing-room; and he pulled them back and pushed up the sash, leaning out into the icy night. The mere fact of not looking at May, seated beside his table, under his lamp, the fact of seeing other houses, roofs, chimneys, of getting the sense of other lives outside his own, other cities beyond New York, and a whole world beyond his world, cleared his brain and made it easier to breathe.
After he had leaned out into the darkness for a few
-295-minutes he heard her say: ``Newland! Do shut the window. You'll catch your death.''
He pulled the sash down and turned back. ``Catch my death!'' he echoed; and he felt like adding: ``But I've caught it already. I am dead -- I've been dead for months and months.''