Spring Breeze

Spring Breeze
Return of the Prodigal Son
Samson And Delilah
seated nude
Chateau and hut, stone face and dangling figure, the red stain on the stone floor, and the pure water in the village well- thousands of acres of land- a whole province of France- all France itself- lay under the night sky, concentrated into a faint hair-breadth line. So does a whole world, with all its greatnesses and littlenesses, lie in a twinkling star. And as mere human knowledge can split a ray of light and analyse the manner of its composition, so, sublimer intelligences may read in the feeble shining of this earth of ours, every thought and act, every vice and virtue, of every responsible creature on it. ¡¡¡¡The Defarges, husband and wife, came lumbering under the starlight, in their public vehicle, to that gate of Paris whereunto their journey naturally tended. There was the usual stoppage at the barrier guardhouse, and the usual lanterns came glancing forth for the usual examination and inquiry. Monsieur Defarge alighted; knowing one or two of the soldiery there, and one of the police. The latter he was intimate with, and affectionately embraced. ¡¡¡¡When Saint Antoine had again enfolded the Defarges in his dusky wings, and they, having finally alighted near the Saint's boundaries, were picking their way on foot through the black mud and offal of his streets, Madame Defarge spoke to her husband: ¡¡¡¡"Say then, my friend; what did Jacques of the police tell thee?" ¡¡¡¡"Very little to-night, but all he knows. There is another spy commissioned for our quarter. There may be many more, for all that he can say, but he knows of one." ¡¡¡¡"Eh well!" said Madame Defarge, raising her eyebrows with a cool business air. "It is necessary to register him. How do they call that man?" ¡¡¡¡"He is English." ¡¡¡¡"So much the better. His name?" ¡¡¡¡"Barsad," said Defarge, making it French by pronunciation. But, he had been so careful to get it accurately, that he then spelt it with perfect correctness. ¡¡¡¡"Barsad," repeated madame. "Good. Christian name?" ¡¡¡¡"John." ¡¡¡¡"John Barsad," repeated madame, after murmuring it once to herself. "Good. His appearance; is it known?"