Eugène Manet on the Isle of Wight (1875) by Berthe Morisot As you freshen up, I wait, gaze upon two proper ladies; ruffled white blossoms, flushed with salty air, stare, hungry robins. Gull’s cry breaks the spell; guilt flops and lodges. “Where for tea?” you ask. Startled, I turn to meet your sparkling blue eyes. […]

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