Pierre Auguste Renoir La Promenade painting

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Or, God help me, wife, after all. He found himself resenting Chamcha. A return from a watery grave: so operatic an event, in this day and age, seemed almost indecent, an act of bad faith.
He had rushed over to Pamela's place the moment he heard the news, and found her dry-eyed and composed. She led him into her clutter-lover's study on whose walls watercolours of rose- hung between clenched--fist posters reading _Partido Socialista_, photographs of friends and a cluster of African masks, and as he picked his way across the floor between ashtrays and the _Voice_ newspaper and feminist fiction novels she said, flatly, "The surprising thing is that when they told me I thought, well, shrug, his death will actually make a pretty small hole in my." Jumpy, who was close to tears, and bursting with memories, stopped in his tracks and flapped his arms, looking, in his great shapeless black coat, and with his pallid, terror--stricken face, like a vampire caught in the unexpected and hideous light of day