Filippino Lippi The Marriage of St Catherine

Filippino Lippi The Marriage of St CatherineFilippino Lippi AllegoryBartolome Esteban Murillo A Girl and her Duenna
dazed, and seized his shirt in supplication. He knocked her hand away.
"What did he ever do that you needed to kill him?" he cried. "Tell me that, if you can!"
And she looked at the dead man. Then she looked back at Will and shook her head sadly.
"No, I can't explain," she said. "You're too young. It wouldn't make sense to you. I loved him. That's all. That's enough."
And before Will could stop her, she fell softly sideways, her hand on the hilt of the knife she had just taken from her own hands on the man's body, touching his face, his shoulders, his chest, closing his eyes, pushing the wet gray hair off his forehead, pressing his hands to the rough cheeks, closing his father's mouth, squeezing his hands.belt and pushed between her ribs.Will felt no horror, only desolation and bafflement.He stood up slowly and looked down at the dead witch, at her rich black hair, her flushed cheeks, her smooth pale limbs wet with rain, her lips parted like a lover's."I don't understand," he said aloud. "It's too strange."Will turned back to the dead man, his father.A thousand things jostled at his throat, and only the dashing rain cooled the hotness in his eyes. The little lantern still flickered and flared as the draft through the ill-fitting window licked around the flame, and by its light Will knelt and put his