the polish rider

the polish rider
The Virgin and Child with St Anne
The Water lily Pond
Venus and Cupid ¡¡¡¡ They waited, and she entered. Downstairs the inmates were absent as before, having, in fact, gone in a body to the river where the procession of boats was to pass. When she reached the bedroom she found that her father had not even now come. ¡¡¡¡ "Why couldn't he have been here!" she said impatiently. "He wants to see the boats himself--that's what it is!" ¡¡¡¡ However, on looking round to the bed she brightened, for she saw that Jude was apparently sleeping, though he was not in the usual half-elevated posture necessitated by his cough. He had slipped down, and lay flat. A second glance caused her to start, and she went to the bed. His face was quite white, and gradually becoming rigid. She touched his fingers; they were cold, though his body was still warm. She listened at his chest. All was still within. The bumping of near thirty years had ceased.