Martin Johnson Heade paintings

Martin Johnson Heade paintings
Nancy O'Toole paintings
Philip Craig paintings
Paul McCormack paintings
``Gad,'' Archer heard Lawrence Lefferts say, ``not one of the lot holds the bow as she does''; and Beaufort retorted: ``Yes; but that's the only kind of target she'll ever hit.''
Archer felt irrationally angry. His host's contemptuous tribute to May's ``niceness'' was just what a husband
-211-should have wished to hear said of his wife. The fact that a coarseminded man found her lacking in attraction was simply another proof of her quality; yet the words sent a faint shiver through his heart. What if ``niceness'' carried to that supreme degree were only a negation, the curtain dropped before an emptiness? As he looked at May, returning flushed and calm from her final bull's-eye, he had the feeling that he had never yet lifted that curtain.
She took the congratulations of her rivals and of the rest of the company with the simplicity that was her crowning grace. No one could ever be jealous of her triumphs because she