van gogh painting

van gogh painting
I had now withdrawn. The house cleared, I shut myself in,
fastened the bolt that none might intrude, and proceeded- not to weep,
not to mourn, I was yet too calm for that, but- mechanically to take
off the wedding-dress, and replace it by the stuff gown I had worn
yesterday, as I thought, for the last time. I then sat down: I felt
weak and tired. I leaned my arms on a table, and my head dropped on
them. And now I thought: till now I had only heard, seen, moved-
followed up and down where I was led or dragged- watched event rush on
event, disclosure open beyond disclosure: but now, I thought.
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The morning had been a quiet morning enough- all except the brief
scene with the lunatic: the transaction in the church had not been
noisy; there was no explosion of passion, no loud altercation, no
dispute, no defiance or challenge, no tears, no sobs: a few words
had been spoken, a calmly pronounced objection to the marriage made;
some stern, short questions put by Mr. Rochester; answers,
explanations given, evidence adduced; an open admission of the truth
had been uttered by my master; then the living proof had been seen;
the intruders were gone, and all was over.
van gogh painting