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Pale Blue Afternoon Dress

c. 1867

Silk taffeta and silk faille

Label: Worth & Bobergh / 7. Rue de la Paix 7 Paris

"The sculpture in the image is “Das Schicksal” (Fate), created in 1905 by Hugo Lederer. The sculpture portrays fate as a ruthless woman dragging two vulnerable bodies by their hair.

The work is currently located in Ohlsdorf Cemetery in Hamburg, Germany."

Mrs G: Miss Bennet needs to choose some dress fabric. M: I, er, find myself quite overwhelmed by... by the choice. T: Well, I shall be honest and say that my experience of picking dress fabric is limited to say the least but I shall try. M: Have you seen the names of these colours? You've got, er, Dust of Ruins. Er, Corbeau or, erm, Flamme de Ponche, anyone? T: Er, I think I shall take the drake's neck, with a splash of Nankeen! Anyone for Gamboge? M: Oh well, I mean, that's just yellow that one. T: Yes. M: Yes.

Front cover of June 1899 edition of ‘The Black Cat’ with the Black Cat with June roses. illustration by Nellie Littlehale Umbstaetter.

Source: Scrimbab

Restoration by magscanner

Germán Hernández Amores, 1823-1894

Ophelia, n/d, oil on panel, 56x38 cm

"However small Elinor's general dependence on Lucy's veracity might be, it was impossible for her on serious reflection to suspect it in the present case, where no temptation could be answerable to the folly of inventing a falsehood of such a description. What Lucy had asserted to be true, therefore, Elinor could not, dared not longer doubt; supported as it was too on every side by such probabilities and proofs, and contradicted by nothing but her own wishes. Their opportunity of acquaintance in the house of Mr. Pratt was a foundation for the rest, at once indisputable and alarming; and Edward's visit near Plymouth, his melancholy state of mind, his dissatisfaction at his own prospects, his uncertain behaviour towards herself, the intimate knowledge of the Miss Steeles as to Norland and their family connections, which had often surprised her, the picture, the letter, the ring, formed altogether such a body of evidence, as overcame every fear of condemning him unfairly, and established as a fact, which no partiality could set aside, his ill-treatment of herself.--Her resentment of such behaviour, her indignation at having been its dupe, for a short time made her feel only for herself; but other ideas, other considerations, soon arose. Had Edward been intentionally deceiving her? Had he feigned a regard for her which he did not feel? Was his engagement to Lucy an engagement of the heart? No; whatever it might once have been, she could not believe it such at present. His affection was all her own. She could not be deceived in that. Her mother, sisters, Fanny, all had been conscious of his regard for her at Norland; it was not an illusion of her own vanity. He certainly loved her. What a softener of the heart was this persuasion! How much could it not tempt her to forgive! He had been blamable, highly blamable, in remaining at Norland after he first felt her influence over him to be more than it ought to be. In that, he could not be defended; but if he had injured her, how much more had he injured himself; if her case were pitiable, his was hopeless."