contemporary landscape painting

between them.He could understand how for one moment in the fog he had taken Elvira Blake for BessSedgwick. But now, looking at them, he was more struck by the points of difference thanthe points of resemblance. They were not really alike save in colouring, yet theimpression persisted that here he had a positive and a negative version of the samepersonality. Everything about Bess Sedgwick was positive. Her vitality, her energy, hermagnetic attraction. He admired Lady Sedgwick. He always had admired her. He had admiredher courage and had always been excited over her exploits; had said, reading his Sundaypapers: "She'll never get awaywith that," and invariably she had got away with it! He hadnot thought it possible that she would reach journey's end andshe had reached journey's end. He admired particularly theindestructible quality of her. She had had one air crash, several car crashes, had beenthrown badly