Vincent van Gogh Red vineyards painting

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to talk to you alone a minute.” he said in a low voice.
She looked at him thoughtfully, then took her glass from the table, said, “Excuse us a minute,” over her shoulder, and ushered him into the room she had prepared for her husband. She turned on the bedside lamp, quietly closed both doors, and stood looking at him, waiting.
“Sit down, Poll,” he said.
She looked about. One of them would have to sit on the bed. It was neatly laid open, cool and pleasant below the plumped pillows.
“I had it all ready,” she said, “but he never came back.”
“What’s that?”
“Nothing, Papa.”
“Don’t stay on your feet,” he said. “Let’s sit down.”
“I don’t care to.”
He came over to her and took her hand and looked at her searchingly. Why he’s just my height, she realized again. She saw how much his eyes, in sympathy and pain, were like his