thomas kinkade gallery

thomas kinkade gallery
I approached my cheek to her lips: she would not touch it. She said
I oppressed her by leaning over the bed, and again demanded water.
As I laid her down- for I raised her and supported her on my arm while
she drank- I covered her ice-cold and clammy hand with mine: the
feeble fingers shrank from my touch- the glazing eyes shunned my gaze.
'Love me, then, or hate me, as you will,' I said at last, 'you have
my full and free forgiveness: ask now for God's, and be at peace.'
Poor, suffering woman! it was too late for her to make now the
effort to change her habitual frame of mind: living, she had ever
hated me- dying, she must hate me still.
thomas kinkade gallery
The nurse now entered, and Bessie followed. I yet lingered half
an hour longer, hoping to see some sign of amity: but she gave none.
She was fast relapsing into stupor; nor did her mind again rally: at
twelve o'clock that night she died. I was not present to close her
eyes, nor were either of her daughters. They came to tell us the
next morning that all was over. She was by that time laid out. Eliza
and I went to look at her: Georgiana, who had burst out into loud
weeping, said she dared not go. There was stretched Sarah Reed's
once robust and active frame, rigid and still: her eye of flint was
thomas kinkade gallery