![]() down the broad cheek from the night sideburn to the corner of the voluptuous mouth. Vincent enjoyed the daily ritual of the shave. He slipped into his clothes, poured someĬold water out of the ewer, and stropped his razor. His shoulders and chest were massive, his arms thick and powerful. Vincent put his hands under him, gave a shove, and sprang out of bed. His brother Theo had gathered it He heard her go down the stairs and into the kitchen. “No you weren’t,” the girl laughed, “but you are now.” He stuck his face into the wreath of Brabanene grass and oak leaves on the chief former. Vincent had been waiting for Ursula’s voice even while be slept I was awake, Mademoiselle Ursula,” he called back. ![]() “MONSIEUR VAN GOGH! It’s time to wake up! “ ![]()
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