art deco painting

Angel, however, saw her light summer gown, and he spoke; his low tones reaching her, though he was some distance off. ¡¡¡¡`What makes you draw off in that way, Tess?' said he. `Are you afraid?' ¡¡¡¡`Oh no, sir... not of outdoor things; especially just now when the apple-blooth is failing, and everything so green.' ¡¡¡¡`But you have your indoor fears - eh?' ¡¡¡¡`Well - yes, sir.' ¡¡¡¡`What of?, ¡¡¡¡`I couldn't quite say.' ¡¡¡¡`The milk turning sour?' ¡¡¡¡`No.' ¡¡¡¡`Life in general?' ¡¡¡¡`Yes, sir.' ¡¡¡¡`Ah - so have I, very often. This hobble of being alive is rather serious, don't you think so?' ¡¡¡¡`It is - now you put it that way.' ¡¡¡¡`All the same, I shouldn't have expected a young girl like you to see it so just yet. How is it you do?' ¡¡¡¡She maintained a hesitating silence. ¡¡¡¡`Come, Tess, tell me in confidence.'