dropship oil paintings

dropship oil paintings
Mediterranean paintings
Oil Painting Gallery
Alfred Gockel paintings
Archer sprang to his feet and stood looking down on her in inarticulate despair. It would have been easy to say: ``Yes, come; come once.'' He knew the power she would put in his hands if she consented; there would be no difficulty then in persuading her not to go back to her husband.
But something silenced the word on his lips. A sort of passionate honesty in her made it inconceivable that he should try to draw her into that familiar trap. ``If I
-312-were to let her come,'' he said to himself, ``I should have to let her go again.'' And that was not to be imagined.
But he saw the shadow of the lashes on her wet cheek, and wavered.
``After all,'' he began again, ``we have lives of our own. . . . There's no use attempting the impossible. You're so unprejudiced about some things, so used, as you say, to looking at the Gorgon, that I don't know why you're afraid to face our case, and see it as it really is -- unless you think the sacrifice is not worth making.''
She stood up also, her lips tightening under a rapid frown.