Vincent van Gogh The Night Cafe painting

Vincent van Gogh The Night Cafe paintingVincent van Gogh Cafe Terrace at Night paintingVincent van Gogh Wheatfield with Crows painting
for, any infidelity; he did not count himself deserving of her love (or Eblis Eierkopf either, but that washer affair); the most he'd ever dreamed of winning was her respect and perhaps a daughterly affection, nothing more, in return for which he'd gladly have married her though she were pregnant by a different lover every year. But disregard for official morality and even for his feelings was one thing; disregard for Truth another. Let her confess frankly had been the research after truth. In short, neither the Chancellor's threats nor Miss Hector's tears could induce him to wed his heart's desire unless she openly admitted that Eierkopf had deflowered and impregnated her, and this admission she would not make.
"So that was that," Max concluded. "Her poppa hollered how he'd like to whip me with his two hands, and if it wasn't for his daughter's reputation he'd have me to