Vincent van Gogh Almond Branches in Bloom painting

Vincent van Gogh Almond Branches in Bloom paintingJoseph Mallord William Turner The Grand Canal Venice paintingJohn Singer Sargent El Jaleo painting
sister’s, tired, tender and resolute beneath the tired, frail eyelids. He could not speak at first.
You’re a good man, she said to herself, and her lips moved. A good, good man. My father. In an instant she experienced afresh the whole of their friendship and estrangement. Her eyes filled with tears and her mouth began to tremble. “Papa,” she said. He took her close to him and she cried quietly.
“It’s hell, Poll,” she heard him say. “Just hell. It’s just plain bell.” For a few moments she sobbed so deeply that he said nothing more, but only stroked the edge of her back, over and over, from her shoulder to her waist, and cried out within himself in fury and disgust, Goddamn it! God damn such a life! She’s too young for this. And thinking of that, it occurred to him that it was at just her age that his own had had its throat twisted, and not by death, but by her own birth and her brother’s.
“But you gotta go through with it,” he said.
Against his shoulder he could feel her vigorous nodding