claude monet painting

seemed to think it too good for common purposes: it was the real
sunshine of feeling- he shed it over me now.
'Pass, Janet,' said he, making room for me to cross the stile:
'go up home, and stay your weary little wandering feet at a friend's
threshold.'
All I had now to do was to obey him in silence: no need for me to
colloquise further. I got over the stile without a word, and meant
to leave him calmly. An impulse held me fast- a force turned me round.
I said- or something in me said for me, and in spite of me-

I walked on so fast that even he could hardly have overtaken me had
he tried. Little Adele was half wild with delight when she saw me.
Mrs. Fairfax received me with her usual plain friendliness. Leah
smiled, and even Sophie bid me 'bon soir' with glee. This was very
pleasant; there is no happiness like that of being loved by your
fellow-creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to
their comfort.
I that evening shut my eyes resolutely against the future: I
stopped my ears against the voice that kept warning me of near