Vincent van Gogh Fishing in Spring

Vincent van Gogh Fishing in SpringUnknown Artist Ranson Apple Tree with Red FruitUnknown Artist Spring is in the AirSalvador Dali The Great Masturbator
'Blast. Oh, well, nothing for it.'
In so far as Susan could see, the girl did not appear to be the usual sort of young woman who made her living in alleys. She had a kind quite business­like about it all, but in her limited experience people who climbed ladders to get into houses at night were Miscreants whom Plucky Gels should Apprehend. And she might at least have gone to look for a watchman, had it not been for the opening of a door further up the alley.
Two men staggered out, arm in arm, and zigzagged happily towards the main street. Susan stepped back. No‑one bothered her when she didn't want to be noticedof well‑scrubbed beefiness about her; she looked like a nurse of the sort who assist doctors whose patients occasionally get a bit confused and declare they're a bedspread.She looked familiar, too.The girl took a pair of pliers from a pocket in her dress, shinned up the ladder and climbed in through an upper window.Susan hesitated. The girl had seemed