Dance Me to the End of Love

Dance Me to the End of Love
Evening Mood painting
female nude reclining
flaming june painting I am going to leave England, Izz,' he said, as they drove on. ¡¡¡¡`Going to Brazil.' ¡¡¡¡`And do Mrs Clare like the notion of such a journey?' she asked. ¡¡¡¡`She is not going at present - say for a year or so. I am going out to reconnoitre - to see what life there is like.' ¡¡¡¡They sped along eastward for some considerable distance, Izz making no observation. ¡¡¡¡`How are the others?' he inquired. `How is Retty?' ¡¡¡¡`She was in a sort of nervous state when I zid her last; and so thin and hollow-cheeked that 'a do seem in a decline. Nobody will ever fall in love wi' her any more,' said Izz absently. ¡¡¡¡`And Marian?' ¡¡¡¡Izz lowered her voice. ¡¡¡¡`Marian drinks.' ¡¡¡¡`Indeed!' ¡¡¡¡`Yes. The dairyman has got rid of her.' ¡¡¡¡`And you!' ¡¡¡¡`I don't drink, and I ain't in a decline. But - I am no great things at singing afore breakfast now!' ¡¡¡¡`How is that? Do you remember how neatly you used to turn 'twas down in Cupid's Gardens and "The Tailor's Breeches" at morning milking?'