Edward Hopper Four Lane Road

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light stopped moving as he approached it. For a moment he got a glimpse of a female figure clasping a shawl around her with one hand holding the torch high above her head. Then the light vanished so quickly it left blue and purple in the evenings, don’t you think?’
She glared at Gaspode.
‘That’s that horrible dog who’s been hanging round the studio, isn’t it?’ she said. ‘I can’t stand small dogs.’
‘Bark, bark,’ said Gaspode. Ginger stared at him. Victor could almost read her thoughtsafter-images dancing across his vision. Behind them, a small figure made a blacker shadow against the dusk. It said, ‘What are you doing in my . . . what am I . . . why are you in . . . where . . . ,’ and then, as if it had finally got to grips with the situation, changed gear and in a much more familiar voice demanded, ‘What are you doing here?’ ‘Ginger?’ said Victor. ‘Yes?’ Victor paused. What were you supposed to say in circumstances like this? ‘Er . . . ‘ he said. ‘It’s nice up here