flower vase painting

flower vase painting
claude monet impressionism painting
impressionism monet painting
monet oil painting
¡¡¡¡ WALKING somewhat slowly by reason of his concentration, the boy-- an ancient man in some phases of thought, much younger than his years in others--was overtaken by a light-footed pedestrian, whom, notwithstanding the gloom, he could perceive to be wearing an extraordinarily tall hat, a swallow-tailed coat, and a watch-chain that danced madly and threw around scintillations of sky-light as its owner swung along upon a pair of thin legs and noiseless boots. Jude, beginning to feel lonely, endeavoured to keep up with him. ¡¡¡¡ "Well, my man! I'm in a hurry, so you'll have to walk pretty fast if you keep alongside of me. Do you know who I am?" ¡¡¡¡ "Yes, I think. Physician Vilbert?" ¡¡¡¡ "Ah--l'm known everywhere, I see! That comes of being a public benefactor." ¡¡¡¡ Vilbert was an itinerant quack-doctor, well known to the rustic population, and absolutely unknown to anybody else,
oil painting as he, indeed, took care to be, to avoid inconvenient investigations. Cottagers formed his only patients, and his Wessex-wide repute was among them alone. His position was humbler and his field more obscure than those of the quacks with capital and an organized system of advertising. He was, in fact, a survival. The distances he traversed on foot were enormous, and extended nearly the whole length and breadth of Wessex. Jude had one day seen him selling a pot of coloured lard to an old woman as a certain cure for a bad leg, the woman arranging to pay a guinea, in instalments of a shilling a fortnight, for the precious salve, which, according to the physician, could only be