Sometimes he dreamt he held her; that he would turn in bed and she would be there. But she was gone and he was old. Nearly seventy. Only cool paint met his fingers. Ma très chère . . . Darkness started to fall, dimming the paintings. He felt the crumpled letter in his pocket. I loved you so, he said. I never would have had it turn out as it did. You were with all of us when we began, you gave us courage. These gardens at Giverny are for you but I’m old and you’re forever young and will never see them. . . . ― Stephanie Cowell, Claude & Camille: A Novel of Monet

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    Sometimes he dreamt he held her; that he would turn in bed and she would be there. But she was gone and he was old. Nearly seventy. Only cool paint met his fingers. Ma très chère . . . Darkness started to fall, dimming the paintings. He felt the crumpled letter in his pocket. I loved you so, he said. I never would have had it turn out as it did. You were with all of us when we began, you gave us courage. These gardens at Giverny are for you but I’m old and you’re forever young and will never see them. . . . ― Stephanie Cowell, Claude & Camille: A Novel of Monet
    Sometimes he dreamt he held her; that he would turn in bed and she would be there. But she was gone and he was old. Nearly seventy. Only cool paint met his fingers. Ma très chère . . . Darkness started to fall, dimming the paintings. He felt the crumpled letter in his pocket. I loved you so, he said. I never would have had it turn out as it did. You were with all of us when we began, you gave us courage. These gardens at Giverny are for you but I’m old and you’re forever young and will never see them. . . . ― Stephanie Cowell, Claude & Camille: A Novel of Monet

    Sometimes he dreamt he held her; that he would turn in bed and she would be there. But she was gone and he was old. Nearly seventy. Only cool paint met his fingers. Ma très chère . . . Darkness started to fall, dimming the paintings. He felt the crumpled letter in his pocket. I loved you so, he said. I never would have had it turn out as it did. You were with all of us when we began, you gave us courage. These gardens at Giverny are for you but I’m old and you’re forever young and will never see them. . . .
    ― Stephanie Cowell,

    Claude & Camille: A Novel of Monet

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