van gogh painting

van gogh painting
changed; but the living things had altered past recognition.
Two young ladies appeared before me; one very tall, almost as
tall as Miss Ingram- very thin too, with a sallow face and severe
mien. There was something ascetic in her look, was augmented by the
extreme plainness of a straight-skirted, black, stuff dress, a
starched linen collar, hair combed away from the temples, and the
nun-like ornament of a string of ebony beads and a crucifix. This I
felt sure was Eliza, though I could trace little resemblance to her
former self in that elongated and colourless visage.
The other was as certainly Georgiana: but not the Georgiana I
remembered- the slim and fairy-like girl of eleven. This was a
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full-blown, very plump damsel, fair as waxwork, with handsome and
regular features, languishing blue eyes, and ringleted yellow hair.
The hue of her dress was black too; but its fashion was so different
from her sister's- so much more flowing and becoming- it looked as
stylish as the other's looked puritanical.
In each of the sisters there was one trait of the mother- and
only one; the thin and pallid elder daughter had her parent's
Cairngorm eye: the blooming and luxuriant younger girl had her contour
of jaw and chin- perhaps a little softened, but still imparting an
indescribable hardness to the countenance, otherwise so voluptuous and
buxom.
van gogh painting