Vincent van Gogh Red vineyards painting

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It stung me to hear as it were the capital letters in which she spoke of him."He says!" I burst out. "You're fickle, Anastasia!" And to Bray I cried, "You know very well you aren't what you say you are! You're an impostor!"
Anastasia started off her stool. "George. . ." But Bray restrained her, with a hand long-fingered for one so heavy.
"No matter, my dear," he said. I loathed the bony sight of his hand on her arm; was moved almost to strike it.
"You'd understand if you'd seen whatI've seen," Anastasia protested: "WESCAC didn't do a thing when He went down in the Belly, and Scrapegoat Grate opens right up for Him! It's really wonderful, George. . ."
"Nothing at all," Bray said. His face never changed expression, nor did his voice, yet I imagined him much flattered by her awe. Her defense was vain: I'd not forgotten the sight of her kneeling in Bray's presence before he'd done these alleged wonders, and it enraged me to supposehe lusted for her too.