Henri Fantin-Latour Flowers in a Bowl painting

Henri Fantin-Latour Flowers in a Bowl painting
James Jacques Joseph Tissot The Bunch of Violets painting
got imaginations, more or less. Look at that sea, girls--all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds. You wouldn't change into any of those women if you could. Would you want to be that white-lace girl and wear a sour look all your life, as if you'd been born turning up your nose at the world? Or the pink lady, kind and nice as she is, so stout and short that you'd really no figure at all? Or even Mrs. Evans, with that sad, sad look in her eyes? She must have been dreadfully unhappy sometime to have such a look. You know you wouldn't, Jane Andrews!"
"I don't know--exactly," said Jane unconvinced. "I think diamonds would comfort a person for a good deal."
"Well, I don't want to be anyone but myself, even if I go uncomforted by diamonds all my life," declared Anne. "I'm quite content to be Anne of Green Gables, with my string of pearl beads. I know Matthew gave me as much love with them as ever went with Madame the Pink Lady's jewels."
Next chapter: Chapter XXXIV -- A Queen's Girl

Gustav Klimt lady with fan painting

Gustav Klimt lady with fan painting
Douglas Hofmann midnight blue painting
I'm very glad you feel the same," said Anne decidedly. "It's so encouraging. I shan't worry so much over that after this. But I dare say there'll be other things to worry me. They keep coming up new all the time--things to perplex you, you know. You settle one question and there's another right after. There are so many things to be thought over and decided when you're beginning to grow up. It keeps me busy all the time thinking them over and deciding what is right. It's a serious thing to grow up, isn't it, Marilla? But when I have such good friends as you and Matthew and Mrs. Allan and Miss Stacy I ought to grow up successfully, and I'm sure it will be my own fault if I don't. I feel it's a great responsibility because I have only the one chance. If I don't grow up right I can't go back and begin over again. I've grown two inches this summer, Marilla. Mr. Gillis measured me at Ruby's party. I'm so glad you made my new dresses longer. That dark-green one is so pretty and it was sweet of you to put on the flounce. Of course I know it wasn't really necessary, but flounces

Salvador Dali The Rose painting

Salvador Dali The Rose painting
Vincent van Gogh Cafe Terrace at Night painting
Well, seeing you're so pressing, perhaps I might as well, stay" said Mrs. Rachel, who had not the slightest intention of doing anything else.
Mrs. Rachel and Marilla sat comfortably in the parlor while Anne got the tea and made hot biscuits that were light and white enough to defy even Mrs. Rachel's criticism.
"I must say Anne has turned out a real smart girl," admitted Mrs. Rachel, as Marilla accompanied her to the end of the lane at sunset. "She must be a great help to you."
"She is," said Marilla, "and she's real steady and reliable now. I used to be afraid she'd never get over her featherbrained ways, but she has and I wouldn't be afraid to trust her in anything now."
"I never would have thought she'd have turned out so well that first day I was here three years ago," said Mrs. Rachel

William Etty William Etty painting

William Etty William Etty painting
Alexandre Cabanel The Birth of Venus painting
Oh, Marilla, it was the day I came to Green Gables. I shall never forget it. It was the turning point in my life. Of course it wouldn't seem so important to you. I've been here for a year and I've been so happy. Of course, I've had my troubles, but one can live down troubles. Are you sorry you kept me, Marilla?"
"No, I can't say I'm sorry," said Marilla, who sometimes wondered how she could have lived before Anne came to Green Gables, "no, not exactly sorry. If you've finished your lessons, Anne, I want you to run over and ask Mrs. Barry if she'll lend me Diana's apron pattern."
"Oh--it's--it's too dark," cried Anne.
"Too dark? Why, it's only twilight. And goodness knows you've gone over often enough after dark."
"I'll go over early in the morning," said Anne eagerly. "I'll get up at sunrise and go over, Marilla."
"What has got into your head now, Anne Shirley? I want that pattern to cut out your new apron this evening. Go at once and be smart too."

Douglas Hofmann paintings

Douglas Hofmann paintings
Diane Romanello paintings
in her best black lace shawl when she had taken it off on Monday afternoon on returning from the Ladies' Aid.
She would go and mend it. The shawl was in a box in her trunk. As Marilla lifted it out, the sunlight, falling through the vines that clustered thickly about the window, struck upon something caught in the shawl--something that glittered and sparkled in facets of violet light. Marilla snatched at it with a gasp. It was the amethyst brooch, hanging to a thread of the lace by its catch!
"Dear life and heart," said Marilla blankly, "what does this mean? Here's my brooch safe and sound that I thought was at the bottom of Barry's pond. Whatever did that girl mean by saying she took it and lost it? I declare I believe Green Gables is bewitched. I remember now that when I took off my shawl Monday afternoon I laid it on the bureau for a minute. I suppose the brooch got caught in it somehow. Well!"
Marilla betook herself to the east gable, brooch in hand. Anne had cried herself out and was sitting dejectedly by the

famous painting

famous painting
this path is running water. I'll repeat the oath first. I solemnly swear to be faithful to my bosom friend, Diana Barry, as long as the sun and moon shall endure. Now you say it and put my name in."
Diana repeated the "oath" with a laugh fore and aft. Then she said:
"You're a queer girl, Anne. I heard before that you were queer. But I believe I'm going to like you real well."
When Marilla and Anne went home Diana went with them as for as the log bridge. The two little girls walked with their arms about each other. At the brook they parted with many promises to spend the next afternoon together.
"Well, did you find Diana a kindred spirit?" asked Marilla as they went up through the garden of Green Gables.
"Oh yes," sighed Anne, blissfully unconscious of any sarcasm on Marilla's part. "Oh Marilla, I'm the happiest girl on Prince Edward Island this very moment. I assure you I'll say my prayers with a right good-will tonight. Diana and I are going to build a playhouse in Mr. William Bell's birch grove tomorrow. Can I have those broken pieces of china

Gustav Klimt paintings

Gustav Klimt paintings
Georgia O'Keeffe paintings
"You haven't scalded the dishcloth in clean hot water as I told you to do," said Marilla immovably. "Just go and do it before you ask any more questions, Anne."
Anne went and attended to the dishcloth. Then she returned to Marilla and fastened imploring eyes of the latter's face. "Well," said Marilla, unable to find any excuse for deferring her explanation longer, "I suppose I might as well tell you. Matthew and I have decided to keep you--that is, if you will try to be a good little girl and show yourself grateful. Why, child, whatever is the matter?"
"I'm crying," said Anne in a tone of bewilderment. "I can't think why. I'm glad as glad can be. Oh, glad doesn't seem the right word at all. I was glad about the White Way and the cherry blossoms--but this! Oh, it's something more than glad. I'm so happy. I'll try to be so good. It will be uphill work, I expect, for Mrs. Thomas often told me I was desperately wicked. However, I'll do my very best. But can you tell me why I'm crying?"

Thomas Kinkade deer creek cottage I painting

Thomas Kinkade deer creek cottage I painting
Thomas Kinkade cottage by the sea painting
His son obeyed, and the crowd approached; they were bawling and hissing round a dingy hearse and dingy mourning coach, in which mourning coach there was only one mourner, dressed in the dingy trappings that were considered essential to the dignity of the position. The position appeared by no means to please him, however, with an increasing rabble surrounding the coach, deriding him, making grimaces at him, and incessantly groaning and calling out: `Yah! Spies! Tst! Yaha! Spies!' with many compliments too numerous and forcible to repeat.
Funerals had at all times a remarkable attraction for Mr. Cruncher; he always pricked up his senses, and became excited, when a funeral passed Tellson's. Naturally, therefore, a funeral with this uncommon attendance excited him greatly, and he asked of the first man who ran against him:
`What is it, brother? What's it about?'
`I don't know,' said the man. `Spies! Yaha! Tst! Spies!'

Thomas Kinkade Golden Gate Bridge San Francisco painting

Thomas Kinkade Golden Gate Bridge San Francisco painting
Thomas Kinkade Gingerbread Cottage painting
am.'
`Now, look here! I am going to tell you something that will rather surprise you, and that perhaps will make you think me not quite as shrewd as you usually do think me. I intend to marry.
`Do you?'
`Yes. And not for money. What do you say now?'
`I don't feel disposed to say much. Who is she?'
`Guess.'
`Do I know her?'
`Guess.'
`I am not going to guess, at five o'clock in the morning, with my brains frying and sputtering in my, head. If you want me to guess, you must ask me to dinner.
`Well then, I'll tell you,' said Stryver, coming slowly into a sitting posture. `Sydney, I rather despair of making myself intelligible to you, because you are such an insensible dog.'
`And you,' returned Sydney, busy concocting the punch, `are such a sensitive and poetical spirit.'
`Come!' rejoined Stryver, laughing boastfully, `though I don't prefer any claim to being the soul of Romance (for I hope I, know better), still I am a tenderer sort of fellow than you.
`You are a luckier, if you mean that.'

Thomas Kinkade London painting

Thomas Kinkade London painting
Thomas Kinkade Lombard Street painting his saw sticking in the firewood he was cutting, set it in motion again; the woman who had left on a door-step the little pot of hot ashes, at which she had been trying to soften the pain in her own starved fingers and toes, or in those of her child, returned to it; men with bare arms, matted locks, and cadaverous faces, who had emerged into the winter light from cellars, moved away, to descend again; and a gloom gathered on the scene that appeared more natural to it than sunshine.
The wine was red wine, and had stained the ground of the narrow street in the suburb of Saint Antoine, in Paris, where it was spilled. It had stained many hands, too, and many faces, and many naked feet, and many wooden shoes. The hands of the man who sawed the wood, left red marks on the billets; and the forehead of the woman who nursed her baby, was stained with the stain of the old rag she wound about her head again. Those who had been greedy with the staves of the cask, had acquired a tigerish smear about the mouth; and one tall joker so besmirched, his head more

Thomas Kinkade San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf painting

Thomas Kinkade San Francisco Fisherman's Wharf painting
Thomas Kinkade San Francisco A View Down California Street From Nob Hill painting
trunk that it had not strength enough to draw it out again, and thus it was caught. "Now, I have got the bird," said the tailor, and came out from behind the tree and put the rope round its neck, and then with his axe he hewed the horn out of the tree, and when all was ready he led the beast away and took it to the king.
The king still would not give him the promised reward, and made a third demand. Before the wedding the tailor was to catch him a wild boar that made great havoc in the forest, and the huntsmen should give him their help.
"Willingly," said the tailor, "that is child's play."
He did not take the huntsmen with him into the forest, and they were well pleased that he did not

Pablo Picasso Two Women Running on the Beach The Race painting

Pablo Picasso Two Women Running on the Beach The Race painting
Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Red Hat painting
den Leib fuhr und sie über Hals und Kopf ihren Gefangenen in den Sack steckten, am Ast hinaufwanden und die Flucht ergriffen. Er aber arbeitete oben, bis er ein Loch im Sack hatte, wodurch er den Kopf stecken konnte.
Wer aber des Wegs kam, war nichts als ein fahrender Schüler, ein junger Geselle, der fröhlich sein Lied singend durch den Wald auf der Straße daherritt. Wie der oben nun merkte, daß einer unter ihm vorbeiging, rief er "sei mir gegrüßt zu guter Stunde."
Der Schüler guckte sich überall um, wußte nicht, wo die Stimme herschallte, endlich sprach er "wer ruft mir?"
Da antwortete er aus dem Wipfel "erhebe deine Augen, ich sitze hier oben im Sack; der Weisheit: in kurzer Zeit habe ich große Dinge gelernt, dagegen sind alle Schulen ein Wind: um ein weniges, so werde ich

Andrew Atroshenko Ballerina painting

Andrew Atroshenko Ballerina painting
childe hassam At the Piano painting
nichts wiederzugeben, das seltener und besser wäre als die große Rübe. Also mußte der Reiche seines Bruders Rübe auf einen Wagen legen und nach Haus fahren lassen. Daheim wußte er nicht, an wem er seinen Zorn und Ärger auslassen sollte, bis ihm böse Gedanken kamen und er beschloß, seinen Bruder zu töten.
Er gewann Mörder, die mußten sich in einen Hinterhalt stellen, und darauf ging er zu seinem Bruder und sprach "lieber Bruder, ich weiß einen heimlichen Schatz, den wollen wir miteinander heben und teilen."
Der andere ließ sichs auch gefallen und ging ohne Arg mit. Als sie aber hinauskamen, stürzten die Mörder über ihn her, banden ihn und wollten ihn an einen Baum hängen.
Indem sie eben darüber waren, erscholl aus der Ferne lauter Gesang und Hufschlag, daß ihnen der Schrecken

China oil paintings

China oil paintings
Die K鰊igin erschrak und bot dem M鋘nchen alle Reicht黰er des K鰊igreichs an, wenn es ihr das Kind lassen wollte; aber das M鋘nchen sprach "Nein, etwas Lebendes ist mir lieber als alle Sch鋞ze der Welt."
Da fing die K鰊igin so an zu jammern und zu weinen, da?das M鋘nchen Mitleiden mit ihr hatte. "Drei Tage will ich dir Zeit lassen," sprach er, "wenn du bis dahin meinen Namen wei遲, so sollst du dein Kind behalten."
Nun besann sich die K鰊igin die ganze Nacht 黚er auf alle Namen, die sie jemals geh鰎t hatte, und schickte einen Boten 黚er Land, der sollte sich erkundigen weit und breit, was es sonst noch f黵 Namen g鋌e.
Als am andern Tag das M鋘nchen kam, fing sie an mit Kaspar, Melchior, Balzer, und sagte alle Namen, die sie wu遲e, nach der Reihe her, aber bei jedem sprach das M鋘nlein: "So hei? ich nicht."

Sally Swatland paintings

Sally Swatland paintings
Steve Hanks paintings
Am frühen Morgen kam die Frau und holte die Kinder aus dem Bette. Sie erhielten ihr Stückchen Brot, das war aber noch kleiner als das vorigemal. Auf dem Wege nach dem Wald bröckelte es Hänsel in der Tasche, stand oft still und warf ein Bröcklein auf die Erde. "Hänsel, was stehst du und guckst dich um?" sagte der Vater, "geh deiner Wege!"
"Ich sehe nach meinem Täubchen, das sitzt auf dem Dache und will mir Ade sagen", antwortete Hänsel.
"Narr", sagte die Frau, "das ist dein Täubchen nicht, das ist die Morgensonne, die auf den Schornstein oben scheint." Hänsel aber warf nach und nach alle Bröcklein auf den Weg.
Die Frau führte die Kinder noch tiefer in den Wald, wo sie ihr Lebtag noch nicht gewesen waren. Da ward wieder ein großes Feuer angemacht, und die Mutter sagte: "Bleibt nur da sitzen, ihr Kinder, und wenn ihr müde seid, könnt ihr ein wenig schlafen. Wir gehen in den Wald und hauen Holz, und abends, wenn wir fertig sind, kommen wir und holen euch ab." Als es Mittag war, teilte Gretel ihr Brot mit Hänsel, der sein Stück auf den Weg gestreut hatte. Dann schliefen

Fabian Perez paintings

Fabian Perez paintings
Francois Boucher paintings
Early in the morning before the children were awake, she was already up, and when she saw both of them sleeping and looking so pretty, with their plump and rosy cheeks, she muttered to herself, "That will be a dainty mouthful." Then she seized Hansel with her shrivelled hand, carried him into a little stable, and locked him in behind a grated door. Scream as he might, it would not help him.
Then she went to Gretel, shook her till she awoke, and cried, "Get up, lazy thing, fetch some water, and cook something good for your brother, he is in the stable outside, and is to be made fat. When he is fat, I will eat him." Gretel began to weep bitterly, but it was all in vain, for she was forced to do what the wicked witch commanded.
And now the best food was cooked for poor Hansel, but Gretel got nothing but crab-shells.
Every morning the woman crept to the little stable, and cried, "Hansel, stretch out your finger that

Thomas Kinkade xmas cottage painting

Thomas Kinkade xmas cottage painting
Thomas Kinkade Victorian Autumn painting
No, husband," said the woman, quite anxiously, "I find time passes very heavily, I can bear it no longer. Go to the flounder - I am king, but I must be emperor, too."
"Oh, wife, why do you wish to be emperor?"
"Husband," said she, "go to the flounder. I will be emperor."
"Alas, wife," said the man, "he cannot make you emperor. I may not say that to the fish. There is only one emperor in the land. An emperor the flounder cannot make you. I assure you he cannot."
"What?" said the woman, "I am the king, and you are nothing but my husband. Will you go this moment? Go at once. If he can make a king he can make an emperor. I will be emperor. Go instantly." So he was forced to go. As the man went, however, he was troubled in mind, and thought to himself, it will not end well. It will not end well. Emperor is too shameless. The flounder will at last be tired

Thomas Kinkade Paris City of Lights painting

Thomas Kinkade Paris City of Lights painting
Thomas Kinkade new hhorizons painting
Es war einmal ein Fischer und seine Frau, die wohnten zusammen in einem alten Pott dicht an der See, und der Fischer ging alle Tage hin und angelte, und er angelte und angelte. So saß er auch einmal mit seiner Angel und schaute immer in das klare Wasser hinein, und er saß und saß. Da ging die Angel auf den Grund, tief, tief hinab, und wie er sie heraufholte, da zog er einen großen Butt heraus.
Da sagte der Butt zu ihm: "Höre, Fischer, ich bitte dich, laß mich leben, ich bin kein richtiger Butt, ich bin ein verwünschter Prinz. Was hilft es dir, wenn du mich tötest? Ich würde dir doch nicht recht schmecken. Setz mich wieder ins Wasser und laß mich schwimmen!"
"Nun", sagte der Mann, "du brauchst nicht so viele Worte zu machen, einen Butt, der sprechen kann, werde ich doch wohl schwimmen lassen."

Thomas Kinkade Christmas Cottage painting

Thomas Kinkade Christmas Cottage painting
Thomas Kinkade Chicago Water Tower painting
Mann," s鋎 se, "wenn ik nich de S黱n un de Maan kan upgaan laten, un mutt dat so ansehn, dat de S黱n un de Maan upgaan, ik kann dat nich uuthollen, un hebb kene geruhige St黱d meer, dat ik se nich s黮wst kann upgaan laten." Do seeg se em so recht gr鋝ig an, dat em so'n Schudder 鋡erleep. "Glyk ga hen, ik will warden as de lewe Gott."
"Ach, Fru," s鋎 de Mann, un f黮l v鰎 eer up de Knee, tdat kann de Butt nich. Kaiser un Paabst kann he maken, ik bidd dy, sla in dy un blyf Paabst."
Do k鰄m se in de Booshait, de Hoor fl鰃en eher so wild 黰 den Kopp, do reet se sik dat Lyfken up un geef em eens mit dem Foot un schreed "ik holl dat nich uut, un holl dat nich l鋘ger uut, wult du hengaan?"
Do sl鲻pd he sik de B黿en an un leep wech as unsinnig. Buten awer g黱g de Storm, und bruusde, dat he

Thomas Kinkade Afternoon Light Dogwood painting

Thomas Kinkade Afternoon Light Dogwood painting
Thomas Kinkade Abundant Harvest painting
the two false sisters came and wanted to get into favor with Cinderella and share her good fortune. When the betrothed couple went to church, the elder was at the right side and the younger at the left, and the pigeons pecked out one eye from each of them. Afterwards as they came back the elder was at the left, and the younger at the right, and then the pigeons pecked out the other eye from each. And thus, for their wickedness and falsehood, they were punished with blindness all their days. Es war einmal ein Mann, der hatte einen Esel, welcher schon lange Jahre unverdrossen die Säcke in die Mühle getragen hatte. Nun aber gingen die Kräfte des Esels zu Ende, so daß er zur Arbeit nicht mehr taugte. Da dachte der Herr daran, ihn wegzugehen. Aber der Esel merkte, daß sein Herr etwas Böses im Sinn hatte, lief fort und machte sich auf den Weg nach Bremen. Dort, so meinte er, könnte er ja Stadtmusikant werden.
Als er schon eine Weile gegangen war, fand er einen Jagdhund am Wege liegen, der jämmerlich heulte. "Warum heulst du denn so, Packan?" fragte der Esel.

Thomas Kinkade Fisherman's Wharf painting

Thomas Kinkade Fisherman's Wharf painting
Thomas Kinkade FenwayPark painting
You look ill, Mr. Pinner!" he exclaimed.
"Yes, I am not very well," answered the other, making obvious efforts to pull himself together and licking his dry lips before he spoke. "Who are these gentlemen whom you have brought with you?"
"One is Mr. Harris, of Bermondsey, and the other is Mr. Price, of this town," said our clerk glibly. "They are friends of mine and gentlemen of experience, but they have been out of a place for some little time, and they hoped that perhaps you might find an opening for them in the company's employment."
"Very possibly! very possibly!" cried Mr. Pinner with a ghastly smile. "Yes, I have no doubt that we shall be able to do something for you. What is your particular line, Mr. Harris?"
"I am an accountant," said Holmes.
"Ah, yes, we shall want something of the sort. And you. Mr. Price?"
"A clerk," said I.
I have every hope that the company may accommodate you. I will let you know about it as soon as we come to any conclusion. And now I beg that you will go. For God's sake leave me to myself!"

Thomas Kinkade Cobblestone Evening painting

Thomas Kinkade Cobblestone Evening painting
Thomas Kinkade Cobblestone Christmas painting
maid, unrelenting and cold as thou art,My bosom is proud as thine own. —Seward.—
It was in the twilight of the day when her trial, if it could be called such, had taken place, that a low knock was heard at the door of Rebecca’s prison-chamber. It disturbed not the inmate, who was then engaged in the evening prayer recommended by her religion, and which concluded with a hymn we have ventured thus to translate into English.
When Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out of the land of bondage came,Her fathers’ God before her moved, An awful guide, in smoke and flame.By day, along the astonish’d lands The cloudy pillar glided slow;By night, Arabia’s crimson’d sands Return’d the fiery column’s glow.
There rose the choral hymn of praise, And trumph and timbrel answer’d keen,And Zion’s daughters pour’d their lays, With priest’s and warrior’s voice between.No portents now our foes amaze, Forsaken Israel wanders lone;Our fathers would not know THY ways, And THOU hast left them to their own.
But, present still, though now unseen;

Francisco de Goya Nude Maja painting

Francisco de Goya Nude Maja painting
childe hassam Geraniums painting
Not for the world," he cried with a gesture of horror. "It is more painful to me than I can express. If I were to see my father in one of these dreadful seizures I am convinced that I should never survive it. My own nervous system is an exceptionally sensitive one. With your permission, I will remain in the waiting-room while you go into my father's case."
"To this, of course, I assented, and the young man withdrew. The patient and I then plunged into a discussion of his case, of which I took exhaustive notes. He was not remarkable for intelligence, and his answers were frequently obscure, which I attributed to his limited acquaintance with our language. Suddenly, however, as I sat writing, he ceased to give any answer at all to my inquiries, and on my turning towards him I was shocked to see that he was sitting bolt upright in his chair, staring at me with a perfectly blank and rigid face. He was again in the grip of his mysterious malady.

William Bouguereau The Virgin with Angels painting

William Bouguereau The Virgin with Angels painting
childe hassam Poppies Isles of Shoals painting
peril.As for me, I am not worthy in His sight. Alas! I am unclean to His eyes, and shall be until He may deign to let me stand forth in His sight as one of those who have not incurred His wrath.
Memorandum by Abraham Van Helsing
4 November.--This to my old and true friend John Seward, M. D., of Purefleet, London, in case I may not see him. It may explain. It is morning, and I write by a fire which all the night I have kept alive, Madam Mina aiding me.It is cold, cold. So cold that the grey heavy sky is full of snow, which when it falls will settle for all winter as the ground is hardening to receive it.It seems to have affected Madam Mina. She has been so heavy of head all day that she was not like herself.She sleeps, and sleeps, and sleeps! She who is usual so alert, have done literally nothing all the day. She even have lost her appetite. She make no entry into her little diary, she who write so faithful at every pause. Something whisper to me that all is not well. However, tonight she is more vif.Her long sleep all day have refresh and restore her,

Decorative painting

Decorative painting
Good evening, Mr. Renfield,” said she. “You see, I know you, for Dr. Seward has told me of you.” He made no immediate reply, but eyed her all over intently with a set frown on his face. This look gave way to one of wonder,which merged in doubt, then to my intense astonishment he said, “You’re not the girl the doctor wanted to marry,are you? You can’t be, you know, for she’s dead.”
Mrs. Harker smiled sweetly as she replied, “Oh no! I have a husband of my own,to whom I was married before I ever saw Dr. Seward, or he me. I am Mrs. Harker.”
“Then what are you doing here?”
“My husband and I are staying on a visit with Dr.Seward.”
“Then don’t stay.”
“But why not?”
I thought that this style of conversation might not be pleasant to Mrs. Harker, any more than it was to me, so I joined in, “How did you know I wanted to marry anyone?”

Nude Oil Paintings

Nude Oil Paintings
dropship oil paintings
If the treaty had reached, let us say, the French or Russian Foreign Office, you would expect to hear of it?"
"I should," said Lord Holdhurst with a wry face.
"Since nearly ten weeks have elapsed, then, and nothing has been heard, it is not unfair to suppose that for some reason the treaty has not reached them."
Lord Holdhurst shrugged his shoulders.
"We can hardly suppose, Mr. Holmes, that the thief took the treaty in order to frame it and hang it up."
"Perhaps he is waiting for a better price."
"If he waits a little longer he will get no price at all. The treaty will cease to be secret in a few months."
"That is most important," said Holmes. Of course, it is a possible supposition that the thief has had a sudden illness -- "
"An attack of brain-fever, for example?" asked the statesman, flashing a swift glance at him.

Jehan Georges Vibert paintings

Jehan Georges Vibert paintings
Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot paintings
"Precisely. It is a woman's."
"A man's surely," I cried.
No, a woman's, and a woman of rare character. You see, at the commencement of an investigation it is something to know that your client is in close contact with someone who, for good or evil, has an exceptional nature. My interest is already awakened in the case. If you are ready we will start at once for Woking and see this diplomatist who is in such evil case and the lady to whom he dictates his letters."
We were fortunate enough to catch an early train at Waterloo, and in a little under an hour we found ourselves among the fir-woods and the heather of Woking. Briarbrae proved to be a large detached house standing in extensive grounds within a few minutes' walk of the station. On sending in our cards we were shown into an elegantly appointed drawing-room, where we were joined in a few minutes by a rather stout man who received us with much hospitality. His age may have been nearer forty than thirty, but his cheeks were so ruddy and his eyes so merry that he still conveyed the impression of a plump and mischievous boy.

David Hardy paintings

David Hardy paintings
Dirck Bouts paintings
And it’s the only virtue he’s got, as fur as I know,” said Peter Hawes, miner.
“He’s just a blight on this society,” said Wells-Fargo’s man, Ferguson. “If I was running this shop I’d make him say something, some time or other, or vamos the ranch.” This with a suggestive glance at the barkeeper, who did not choose to see it, since the man under discussion was a good customer, and went home pretty well set up, every night, with refreshments furnished from the bar.
“Say,” said Ham Sandwich, miner, “does any of you boys ever recollect of him asking you to take a drink?”
“Him? Flint Buckner? Oh, Laura!”
This sarcastic rejoinder came in a spontaneous general outburst in one form of words or another from the crowd. After a brief silence, Pat Riley, miner, said:
“He’s the 15-puzzle, that cuss. And his boy’s another one. I can’t make them out.”

Andrea del Sarto paintings

Andrea del Sarto paintings
Alexandre Cabanel paintings But scarcely were they out of the messroom when they learned the cause of the noise. Cries of “Hurrah for the king! hurrah for the cardinal!” were resounding on every side, and drums were beating in all directions.
In fact, the king had made forced marches, and had just arrived with all his household and a reinforcement of ten thousand troops. His musketeers rode in front of him and behind him. D’Artagnan, standing with his company drawn up in line, saluted with an expressive gesture his friends, whom he followed with his eyes, and M. de Tréville, who instantly recognized him.
The ceremony of reception over, the four friends were soon in one another’s arms.
“By jove!” cried D’Artagnan, “you could not have arrived more opportunely; the dinner cannot have had time to cool.—Can it, gentlemen?” added the young man, turning to the two guardsmen, whom he introduced to his friends.

Diego Rivera Portrait of Natasha Zakolkowa Gelman painting

Diego Rivera Portrait of Natasha Zakolkowa Gelman painting
Pierre-Auguste Cot The Storm painting
orders, and, like the king in his balcony at the Louvre, had only to place himself at the window to review both men and arms.
The day on which D’Artagnan presented himself the assemblage was imposing, particularly for a provincial just arriving from his province. It is true that this provincial was a Gascon, and that, particularly at this period, the compatriots of D’Artagnan had the reputation of not being easily intimidated. When he had once passed the massive door, covered with long square-headed nails, he fell into the midst of a troop of military, who were passing each other in the court, calling out, quarrelling, and playing tricks with one another. To make way through these turbulent and conflicting waves it was necessary to be an officer, a great noble, or a pretty woman.
It was, then, in the midst of this tumult and disorder that our young man advanced with a beating heart. Holding his long rapier close

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Raphael paintings
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prompt and energetic action of the officers of the law shows the great advantage of the presence on such occasions of a single vigorous and masterful mind. We cannot but think that it supplies an argument to those who would wish to see our detectives more decentralized, and so brought into closer and more effective touch with the cases which it is their duty to investigate.
"Isn't it gorgeous!" said Holmes, grinning over his coffee cup. "What do you think of it?"
"I think that we have had a close shave ourselves of being arrested for the crime."
"So do I. I wouldn't answer for our safety now if he should happen to have another of his attacks of energy."
At this moment there was a loud ring at the bell, and I could hear Mrs. Hudson, our landlady, raising her voice in a wail of expostulation and dismay.
"By heavens, Holmes," I said, half rising, "I believe that they are really after us."
"No, it's not quite so bad as that. It is the unofficial force -- the Baker Street irregulars."

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Charles Chaplin paintings
Diane Romanello paintings
Here's a business!" he cried in a muffled, husky voice. "Here's a pretty business! But who are all these? Why, the house seems to be as full as a rabbit-warren!"
"I think you must recollect me, Mr. Athelney Jones," said Holmes quietly.
"Why, of course I do!" he wheezed. "It's Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the theorist. Remember you! I'll never forget how you lectured us all on causes and inferences and effects in the Bishopgate jewel case. It's true you set us on the right track; but you'll own now that it was more by good luck than good guidance."
"It was a piece of very simple reasoning."
"Oh, come, now, come! Never be ashamed to own up. But what is all this? Bad business! Bad business! Stern facts here -- no room for theories. How lucky that I happened to be out at Norwood over another case! I was at the station when the message arrived. What d'you think the man died of?"
"Oh, this is hardly a case for me to theorize over," said Holmes dryly.

Claude Monet The Red Boats painting

Claude Monet The Red Boats painting
Claude Monet The Red Boats Argenteuil painting
The note lies in's throat, if he say I said so.
Tailor
[Reads]'Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown:'
GRUMIO
Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sew me inthe skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottomof brown thread: I said a gown.
PETRUCHIO
Proceed.
Tailor
[Reads]'With a small compassed cape:'
GRUMIO
I confess the cape.
Tailor
[Reads]'With a trunk sleeve:'
GRUMIO
I confess two sleeves.
Tailor
[Reads]'The sleeves curiously cut.'
PETRUCHIO
Ay, there's the villany.
GRUMIO
Error i' the bill, sir; error i' the bill.I commanded the sleeves should be cut out andsewed up again; and that I'll prove upon thee,though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.

Frederic Edwin Church Landscape in the Adirondacks painting

Frederic Edwin Church Landscape in the Adirondacks painting
William Merritt Chase Peonies painting
Mistrust it not: for, sure, AEacidesWas Ajax, call'd so from his grandfather.
BIANCA
I must believe my master; else, I promise you,I should be arguing still upon that doubt:But let it rest. Now, Licio, to you:Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray,That I have been thus pleasant with you both.
HORTENSIO
You may go walk, and give me leave a while:My lessons make no music in three parts.
LUCENTIO
Are you so formal, sir? well, I must wait,
[Aside]
And watch withal; for, but I be deceived,Our fine musician groweth amorous.
HORTENSIO
Madam, before you touch the instrument,To learn the order of my fingering,I must begin with rudiments of art;To teach you gamut in a briefer sort,More pleasant, pithy and effectual,Than hath been taught by any of my trade:And there it is in writing, fairly drawn.
BIANCA
Why, I am past my gamut long ago.

Jacques-Louis David Male Nude known as Patroclus painting

Jacques-Louis David Male Nude known as Patroclus painting
Claude Monet Regatta At Argenteuil painting
among the mountains, and he had frequently before had to depend upon his rifle for the needs of life. Choosing a sheltered nook, he piled together a few dried branches and made a blazing fire, at which his companions might warm themselves, for they were now nearly five thousand feet above the sea level, and the air was bitter and keen. Having tethered the horses, and bid Lucy adieu, he threw his gun over his shoulder, and set out in search of whatever chance might throw in his way. Looking back, he saw the old man and the young girl crouching over the blazing fire, while the three animals stood motionless in the background. Then the intervening rocks hid them from his view.
He walked for a couple of miles through one ravine after another without success, though, from the marks upon the bark of the trees, and other indications, he judged that there were numerous bears in the vicinity.
-99-At last, after two or three hours' fruitless search, he was thinking of turning back in despair, when casting his eyes upwards he saw a sight which sent a thrill of pleasure through his

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Edgar Degas paintings
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"And then?" I asked.
"Oh, you can leave me to deal with him then. Have you any arms?"
"I have my old service revolver and a few cartridges."
"You had better clean it and load it. He will be a desperate man; and though I shall take him unawares, it is as well to be ready for anything."
I went to my bedroom and followed his advice. When I returned with the pistol, the table had been cleared, and Holmes was engaged in his favourite occupation of scraping upon his violin.
"The plot thickens," he said, as I entered; I have just had an answer to my American telegram. My view of the case is the correct one."
"And that is?" I asked eagerly.
"My fiddle would be the better for new strings," he
-42-remarked. "Put your pistol in your pocket. When the fellow comes, speak to him in an ordinary way. Leave the rest to me. Don't frighten him by looking at him too hard."

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Claude Monet paintings
Charles Chaplin paintings
Yes, I know all that you saw. You walked round the room several times, and you knelt down by the body, and then you walked through and tried the kitchen door, and then -- "
John Rance sprang to his feet with a frightened face and suspicion in his eyes. "Where was you hid to see all that?" he cried. "It seems to me that you knows a deal more than you should."
Holmes laughed and threw his card across the table to the constable. "Don't go arresting me for the murder," he said. "I am one of the hounds and not the wolf; Mr. Gregson or Mr. Lestrade will answer for that. Go on, though. What did you do next?"
Rance resumed his seat, without, however, losing his mystified expression. "I went back to the gate and sounded my whistle. That brought Murcher and two more to the spot."
"Was the street empty then?"
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"Well, it was, as far as anybody that could be of any good goes."
"What do you mean?"

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contortion, combined with the low forehead, blunt nose, and prognathous jaw, gave the dead man a singularly simious and ape-like appearance, which was increased by his writhing, unnatural posture. I have seen death in many forms, but never has it appeared to me in a more fearsome aspect than in that dark, grimy apartment, which looked out upon one of the main arteries of suburban London.
Lestrade, lean and ferret-like as ever, was standing by the doorway, and greeted my companion and myself.
"This case will make a stir, sir," he remarked. "It beats anything I have seen, and I am no chicken."
"There is no clue?" said Gregson.
"None at all," chimed in Lestrade.
Sherlock Holmes approached the body, and, kneeling down, examined it intently. "You are sure that there is no wound?" he asked, pointing to numerous gouts and splashes of blood which lay all round.

Famous painting

Famous painting
How happy some o'er other some can be!Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so;He will not know what all but he do know:And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,So I, admiring of his qualities:Things base and vile, folding no quantity,Love can transpose to form and dignity:Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste;Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste:And therefore is Love said to be a child,Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,So the boy Love is perjured every where:For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne,He hail'd down oaths that he was only mine;And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt,So he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt.I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight:Then to the wood will he to-morrow nightPursue her; and for this intelligenceIf I have thanks, it is a dear expense:But herein mean I to enrich my pain,To have his sight thither and back again.

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Vittore Carpaccio paintings
Warren Kimble paintings
"And yet I cannot see anything save very vague indications."
"On the contrary, to my mind nothing could be more clear. Let me run over the principal steps. We approached the case, you remember, with an absolutely blank mind, which is always an advantage. We had formed no theories. We were simply there to observe and to draw inferences from our observations. What did we see first?
-68-A very placid and respectable lady, who seemed quite innocent of any secret, and a portrait which showed me that she had two younger sisters. It instantly flashed across my mind that the box might have been meant for one of these. I set the idea aside as one which could be disproved or confirmed at our leisure. Then we went to the garden, as you remember, and we saw the very singular contents of the little yellow box.
"The string was of the quality which is used by sailmakers aboard ship, and at once a whiff of the sea was perceptible in our investigation. When I observed that the knot was one

James Jacques Joseph Tissot paintings

James Jacques Joseph Tissot paintings
Jules Joseph Lefebvre paintings
But I was still far from satisfied. "In the example which you read to me," said I, "the reasoner drew his conclusions from the actions of the man whom he observed. If I remember right, he stumbled over a heap of stones, looked up at the stars, and so on. But I have been seated quietly in my chair, and what clues can I have given you?"
"You do yourself an injustice. The features are given to man as the means by which he shall express his emotions, and yours are faithful servants."
"Do you mean to say that you read my train of thoughts from my features?"
"Your features and especially your eyes. Perhaps you cannot yourself recall how your reverie commenced?"
"No, I cannot."
Then I will tell you. After throwing down your paper, which was the action which drew my attention to you, you sat for half a minute with a vacant expression. Then your eyes fixed themselves upon your newly framed picture of General Gordon, and I saw by the alteration in your face that a train of thought had been started. But it did not lead very far. Your eyes

Andrea Mantegna paintings

Andrea Mantegna paintings
Arthur Hughes paintings
It seems odd to you, doesn’t it, I who am always more cooped up in my laboratory than the man’s rat in his cheese.”
“What cheese?” asked the landlady.
“Oh, nothing! nothing!” Homais continued. “I merely wished to convey to you, Madame Lefrançois, that I usually live at home like a recluse. To-day, however, considering the circumstances, it is necessary—”
“Oh, you’re going down there!” she said contemptuously.
“Yes, I am going,” replied the druggist, astonished. “Am I not a member of the consulting commission?”
Mère Lefrancois looked at him for a few moments, and ended by saying with a smile—That’s another pair of shoes! But what does agriculture matter to you? Do you understand anything about it?”Six weeks passed. Rodolphe did not come again. At last one evening he appeared.
The day after the show he had said to himself—
“We mustn’t go back too soon; that would be a mistake.”

hassam Geraniums painting

hassam Geraniums painting
Kahlo Roots painting
One night towards eleven o’clock they were awakened by the noise of a horse pulling up outside their door. The servant opened the garret-window and parleyed for some time with a man in the street below. He came for the doctor, had a letter for him. Natasie came downstairs shivering and undid the bars and bolts one after the other. The man left his horse, and, following the servant, suddenly came in behind her. He pulled out from his wool cap with grey top-knots a letter wrapped up in a rag and presented it gingerly to Charles, who rested on his elbow on the pillow to read it. Natasie, standing near the bed, held the light. Madame in modesty had turned to the wall and showed only her back.
This letter, sealed with a small seal in blue wax, begged Monsieur Bovary to come immediately to the farm of the Bertaux to set a broken leg. Now from Tostes to the Bertaux was a good eighteen miles across country by way of Longueville and Saint-Victor. It was a dark night; Madame Bovary junior was afraid of accidents for her husband. So it was decided the stable-boy should go on first; Charles would start three hours later when the moon rose. A boy was to be sent to meet him, and show him the way to the farm, and open the gates for him.

Bierstadt Autumn Woods painting

Bierstadt Autumn Woods painting
Knight Knight Picking Flowers painting
Waterhouse Waterhouse Narcissus painting
Sargent Two Women Asleep in a Punt under the Willows painting
The dining-room was very small. Edna's round mahogany would have almost filled it. As it was there was but a step or two from the little table to the kitchen, to the mantel, the small buffet, and the side door that opened out on the narrow brick-paved yard.
A certain degree of ceremony settled upon them with the announcement of dinner. There was no return to personalities. Robert related incidents of his sojourn in Mexico, and Edna talked of events likely to interest him, which had occurred during his absence. The dinner was of ordinary quality, except for the few delicacies which she had sent out to purchase. Old Celestine, with a bandana tignontwisted about her head, hobbled in and out, taking a personal interest in everything; and she lingered occasionally to talk patois with Robert, whom she had known as a boy.
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He went out to a neighboring cigar stand to purchase cigarette papers, and when he came back he found that Celestine had served the black coffee in the parlor.

Vinci The Last Supper painting

Vinci The Last Supper painting
Picasso The Old Guitarist painting
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Rivera Portrait of Natasha Zakolkowa Gelman painting
He observed his hostess attentively from under his shaggy brows, and noted a subtle change which had transformed her from the listless woman he had known into a being who, for the moment, seemed palpitant with the forces of life. Her speech was warm and energetic. There was no repression in her glance or gesture. She reminded him of some beautiful, sleek animal waking up in the sun.
The dinner was excellent. The claret was warm and the champagne was cold, and under their beneficent influence the threat
-182-ened unpleasantness melted and vanished with the fumes of the wine.
Mr. Pontellier warmed up and grew reminiscent. He told some amusing plantation experiences, recollections of old Iberville and his youth, when he hunted 'possum in company with some friendly darky; thrashed the pecan trees, shot the grosbec, and roamed the woods and fields in mischievous idleness

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mark rothko paintings
Old Master Oil Paintings
The people walked in little groups toward the beach. They talked and laughed; some of them sang. There was a band playing down at Klein's hotel, and the strains reached them faintly, tempered by the distance. There were strange, rare odors abroad-a tangle of the sea smell and of weeds and damp, new-plowed earth, mingled with the heavy perfume of a field of white blossoms somewhere near. But the night sat lightly upon the sea and the land. There was no weight of darkness; there were no shadows. The white light of the moon had fallen upon the world like the mystery and the softness of sleep.
Most of them walked into the water as though into a native element. The sea was quiet now, and swelled lazily in broad billows that melted into one another and did not break except upon the beach in little
-70-foamy crests that coiled back like slow, white serpents.
Edna had attempted all summer to learn to swim. She had received instructions from both the men and women; in some instances from the children. Robert had pursued a system of

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Georgia O'Keeffe paintings
Gustave Clarence Rodolphe Boulanger paintings
Guillaume Seignac paintings
George Owen Wynne Apperley paintings
Doubtless the reader has already recognised our two worthy friends, the captain and the scholar. It seems that the man who was watching them in the dark had recognised them too, for he followed slowly all the zigzags which the scholar obliged the captain to make, who, being a more seasoned toper, had retained his self-possession. Listening intently to them, the man in the cloak overheard the whole of the following interesting conversation :
“Corbacque! Try to walk straight, sir bachelor. You know that I must leave you anon. It is seven o’clock, and I have an appointment with a woman.”
“Leave me then! I see stars and spears of fire. You’re like the Château of Dampmartin that burst with laughter.”
“By the warts of my grandmother! Jehan, that’s talking nonsense with a vengeance! Look you, Jehan, have you no money left?”

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Rubens The Crucified Christ painting
Vinci da Vinci Mona Lisa painting
Vermeer girl with the pearl earring painting
Godward Nu Sur La Plage painting
looked again. He had just dismounted; -- she could not be mistaken; -- it was Edward. She moved away and sat down. "He comes from Mr. Pratt's purposely to see us. I will be calm; I will be mistress of myself."
In a moment she perceived that the others were likewise aware of the mistake. She saw her mother and Marianne change colour; saw them look at herself, and whisper a few sentences to each other. She would have given the world to be able to speak -- and to make them understand that she hoped no coolness, no slight, would appear in their behaviour to him; -- but she had no utterance, and was obliged to leave all to their own discretion.
Not a syllable passed aloud. They all waited in silence for the appearance of their visitor. His footsteps were heard along the gravel path; in a moment he was in the passage, and in another he was before them.

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Arthur Hughes paintings
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Andreas Achenbach paintings
Alphonse Maria Mucha paintings
The day of separation and departure arrived; and Marianne, after taking so particular and lengthened a leave of Mrs. Jennings -- one so earnestly grateful, so full of respect and kind wishes as seemed due to her own heart from a secret acknowledgment of past inattention -- and bidding Colonel Brandon farewell with the cordiality of a friend, was carefully assisted by him into the carriage, of which he seemed anxious that she should engross at least half. Mrs. Dashwood and Elinor then followed, and the others were left by themselves, to talk of the travellers, and feel their own dulness, till Mrs. Jennings was summoned to her chaise to take comfort in the gossip of her maid for the loss of her two young companions; and Colonel Brandon immediately afterwards took his solitary way to Delaford.
The Dashwoods were two days on the road, and Marianne bore her journey on both, without essential fatigue. Everything that the most zealous affection, the most solicitous care could do to render her comfortable, was the office of each watchful companion, and each found their reward in her bodily ease, and her calmness of spirits. To Elinor, the observation of the latter was particularly grateful. She, who had seen her week after week so constantly suffering, oppressed by anguish of heart which she had neither courage to speak of, nor

Volegov Yellow Roses painting

Volegov Yellow Roses painting
Atroshenko The Passion of Music painting
Monet Irises in Monets Garden painting
Wallis Roman Girl painting
Elinor, starting back with a look of horror at the sight of him, obeyed the first impulse of her heart in turning instantly to quit the room, and her hand was already on the lock, when its action was suspended by his hastily advancing, and saying, in a voice rather of command than supplication --
"Miss Dashwood, for half an hour -- for ten minutes -- I entreat you to stay."
"No, sir," she replied with firmness, "I shall not stay. Your business cannot be with me. The servants, I suppose, forgot to tell you that Mr. Palmer was not in the house."
"Had they told me," he cried with vehemence, "that Mr. Palmer and all his relations were at the devil, it would not have turned me from the door. My business is with you, and only you." "With me!" -- in the utmost amazement -- "well, sir -- be quick -- and if you can -- less violent."
"Sit down, and I will be both."

Frederic Edwin Church paintings

Frederic Edwin Church paintings
Frederic Remington paintings
Francisco de Goya paintings
Filippino Lippi paintings
unnecessary; he had still something more to try, some fresh application, of whose success he was almost as confident as the last, and his visit concluded with encouraging assurances which reached the ear, but cold not enter the heart, of Miss Dashwood. She was calm, except when she thought of her mother, but she was almost hopeless; and in this state she continued till noon, scarcely stirring from her sister's bed, her thoughts wandering from one image of grief, one suffering friend to another, and her spirits oppressed to the utmost by the conversation of Mrs. Jennings, who scrupled not to attribute the severity and danger of this attack to the many weeks of previous indisposition which Marianne's disappointment had brought on. Elinor felt all the reasonableness of the idea, and it gave fresh misery to her reflections.
About noon, however, she began -- but with a caution a dread of disappointment, which for some time kept her silent, even to her friend -- to fancy, to hope she could perceive a slight amendment in her sister's pulse; -- she waited, watched, and examined it again and again; -- and at last, with an agitation more difficult to bury under exterior calmness, than all her

Knight A Bend in the River painting

Knight A Bend in the River painting
Sargent Sargent Poppies painting
Leighton The Painter's Honeymoon painting
Volegov Sun Drenched Garden painting
you would not leave London yet awhile; though you told me, you know, at Barton, that you should not stay above a month. But I thought, at the time, that you would most likely change your mind when it came to the point. It would have been such a great pity to have went away before your brother and sister came. And now, to be sure, you will be in no hurry to be gone. I am amazingly glad you did not keep to your word."
Elinor perfectly understood her, and was forced to use all her self-command to make it appear that she did not.
"Well, my dear," said Mrs. Jennings, "and how did you travel?"
"Not in the stage, I assure you," replied Miss Steele, with quick exultation; "we came post all the way, and had a very smart beau to attend us. Dr. Davies was coming to town, and so we thought we'd join him in a post-chaise; and he behaved very genteelly, and paid ten or twelve shillings more than we did."

Vermeer girl with the pearl earring painting

Vermeer girl with the pearl earring painting
Godward Nu Sur La Plage painting
Perez white and red painting
Monet Woman In A Green Dress painting
"My love, have you been asleep?" said his wife, laughing.
He made her no answer; and only observed, after again examining the room, that it was very low pitched, and that the ceiling was crooked. He then made his bow and departed with the rest.
Sir John had been very urgent with them all to spend the next day at the park. Mrs. Dashwood, who did not chuse to dine with them oftener than they dined at the cottage, absolutely refused on her own account; her daughters might do as they pleased. But they had no curiosity to see how Mr. and Mrs. Palmer ate their dinner, and no expectation of pleasure from them in any other way. They attempted, therefore, likewise to excuse themselves; the weather was uncertain and not likely to be good. But Sir John would not be satisfied -- the carriage should be sent for them, and they must come. Lady Middleton too, though she did not press their mother, pressed them. Mrs. Jennings and Mrs. Palmer joined their entreaties, all seemed equally anxious to avoid a family party; and the young ladies were obliged to yield.

Godward Nu Sur La Plage painting

Godward Nu Sur La Plage painting
Perez white and red painting
Monet Woman In A Green Dress painting
Klimt The Kiss (Le Baiser _ Il Baccio) painting
"Strange if it would!" cried Marianne. "What have wealth or grandeur to do with happiness?"
"Grandeur has but little," said Elinor, "but wealth has much to do with it."
"Elinor, for shame!" said Marianne; "money can only give happiness where there is nothing else to give it. Beyond a competence, it can afford no real satisfaction, as far as mere self is concerned."
"Perhaps," said Elinor, smiling, "we may come to the same point. Your competence and my wealth are very much alike, I dare say; and without them, as the world goes now, we shall both agree that every kind of external comfort must be wanting. Your ideas are only more noble than mine. Come, what is your competence?"
"About eighteen hundred or two thousand a year; not more than that."
Elinor laughed. "Two thousand a year! One is my wealth! I guessed how it would end."

Fabian Perez paintings

Fabian Perez paintings
Francois Boucher paintings
Frank Dicksee paintings
Ford Madox Brown paintings
"I am," said he. "To me it is faultless. Nay, more, I consider it as the only form of building in which happiness is attainable, and were I rich enough, I would instantly pull Combe down, and build it up again in the exact plan of this cottage."
"With dark narrow stairs, and a kitchen that smokes, I suppose," said Elinor.
"Yes," cried he in the same eager tone, "with all and everything belonging to it; -- in no one convenience or inconvenience about it, should the least variation be perceptible. Then, and then only, under such a roof, I might perhaps be as happy at Combe as I have been at Barton."
"I flatter myself," replied Elinor, "that even under the disadvantage of better rooms and a broader staircase, you will hereafter find your own house as faultless as you now do this."
"There certainly are circumstances," said Willoughby, "which might greatly endear it to me; but this place will always have one claim on my affection, which no other can possibly share."
Mrs. Dashwood looked with pleasure at Marianne, whose fine eyes were fixed so expressively on Willoughby, as plainly denoted how well she understood him.

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Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres paintings
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John William Waterhouse paintings
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"He intends to send his groom into Somersetshire immediately for it," she added, "and when it arrives, we will ride every day. You shall share its use with me. Imagine to yourself, my dear Elinor, the delight of a gallop on some of these downs."
Most unwilling was she to awaken from such a dream of felicity, to comprehend all the unhappy truths which attended the affair, and for some time she refused to submit to them. As to an additional servant, the expence would be a trifle; mama, she was sure, would never object to it; and any horse would do for him; he might always get one at the Park; as to a stable, the merest shed would be sufficient. Elinor then ventured to doubt the propriety of her receiving such a present from a man so little, or at least so lately known to her. This was too much.
"You are mistaken, Elinor," said she warmly, "in supposing I know very little of Willoughby. I have not known him long indeed, but I am much better acquainted with him, than I am

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Cot Springtime painting
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Hanks Silver Strand painting
infectious pneumonia through which she had nursed their youngest child -- he had honestly mourned her. Their long years together had shown him that it did not so much matter if marriage was a dull duty, as long as it kept the dignity of a duty: lapsing from that, it became a mere battle of ugly appetites. Looking about him, he honoured his own past, and mourned for it. After all, there was good in the old ways.
His eyes, making the round of the room -- done over by Dallas with English mezzotints, Chippendale cabinets, bits of chosen blue-and-white and pleasantly shaded electric lamps -- came back to the old Eastlake writing-table that he had never been willing to banish, and to his first photograph of May, which still kept its place beside his inkstand.
There she was, tall, round-bosomed and willowy, in
-347-her starched muslin and flapping Leghorn, as he had seen her under the orange-trees in the Mission garden. And as he had seen her that day, so she had remained; never quite at the same height, yet never far below it: generous, faithful, unwearied; but so lacking in imagination, so incapable of growth, that the world of her youth had fallen into pieces and rebuilt

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Pierre Auguste Renoir paintings
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Pieter de Hooch paintings
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``No: but my going is,'' he answered, cursing the unnecessary explanations that he had given when he had announced his intention of going to Washington, and wondering where he had read that clever liars give details, but that the cleverest do not. It did not hurt him half as much to tell May an untruth as to see her trying to pretend that she had not detected him.
``I'm not going till later on: luckily for the convenience of your family,'' he continued, taking base refuge in sarcasm. As he spoke he felt that she was looking at him, and he turned his eyes to hers in order not to appear to be avoiding them. Their glances met for a second, and perhaps let them into each other's meanings more deeply than either cared to go.
``Yes; it is awfully convenient,'' May brightly agreed, ``that you should be able to meet Ellen after all; you saw how much Mamma appreciated your offering to do it.''
``Oh, I'm delighted to do it.'' The carriage stopped, and as he jumped out she leaned to him and laid her hand on his. ``Good-bye, dearest,'' she said, her eyes so blue that he wondered afterward if they had shone on him through tears.

Diane Romanello paintings

Diane Romanello paintings
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rumour that he had done so he had reassured his depositors, and heavy payments had poured into the bank till the previous evening, when disturbing reports again began to predominate. In consequence, a run on the bank had begun, and its doors were likely to close before the day was over. The ugliest things were being said of Beaufort's dastardly manoeuvre, and his failure promised to be one of the most discreditable in the history of Wall Street.
The extent of the calamity left Mr. Letterblair white and incapacitated. ``I've seen bad things in my time; but nothing as bad as this. Everybody we know will be hit, one way or another. And what will be done about
-269-Mrs. Beaufort? What can be done about her? I pity Mrs. Manson Mingott as much as anybody: coming at her age, there's no knowing what effect this affair may have on her. She

Goya Nude Maja painting

Goya Nude Maja painting
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Kahlo Roots painting
Rembrandt Christ In The Storm painting
At that he sprang up, forgetting everything but the sweetness of her face. She rose too, not as if to meet him or to flee from him, but quietly, as though the worst of the task were done and she had only to wait; so quietly that, as he came close, her outstretched hands
-244-acted not as a check but as a guide to him. They fell into his, while her arms, extended but not rigid, kept him far enough off to let her surrendered face say the rest.
They may have stood in that way for a long time, or only for a few moments; but it was long enough for her silence to communicate all she had to say, and for him to feel that only one thing mattered. He must do nothing to make this meeting their last; he must leave their future in her care, asking only that she should keep fast hold of it.
``Don't -- don't be unhappy,'' she said, with a break in her voice, as she drew her hands away; and he answered: ``You won't go back -- you won't go back?'' as if it were the one possibility he could not bear.
``I won't go back,'' she said; and turning away she opened the door and led the way into the public dining-room.

Picasso Two Women Running on the Beach The Race painting

Picasso Two Women Running on the Beach The Race painting
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But Dr. Carver -- aren't you afraid of Dr. Carver? I hear he's been staying with you at the Blenkers'.''
She smiled. ``Oh, the Carver danger is over. Dr. Carver is a very clever man. He wants a rich wife to finance his plans, and Medora is simply a good advertisement as a convert.''
``A convert to what?''
``To all sorts of new and crazy social schemes. But, do you know, they interest me more than the blind conformity to tradition -- somebody else's tradition -- that I see among our own friends. It seems stupid to have discovered America only to make it into a copy of another country.'' She smiled across the table. ``Do you suppose Christopher Columbus would have taken all that trouble just to go to the Opera with the Selfridge Merrys?''
Archer changed colour. ``And Beaufort -- do you say these things to Beaufort?'' he asked abruptly.
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``I haven't seen him for a long time. But I used to; and he understands.''

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Cot The Storm painting
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been shown off like a wild animal cunningly trapped. He supposed that his readings in anthropology caused him to take such a coarse view of what was after all a simple and natural demonstration of family feeling; but when he remembered that the Wellands did not expect the wedding to take
-67-place till the following autumn, and pictured what his life would be till then, a dampness fell upon his spirit.
``Tomorrow,'' Mrs. Welland called after him, ``we'll do the Chiverses and the Dallases''; and he perceived that she was going through their two families alphabetically, and that they were only in the first quarter of the alphabet.
He had meant to tell May of the Countess Olenska's request -- her command, rather -- that he should call on her that afternoon; but in the brief moments when they were alone he had

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Sargent Two Women Asleep in a Punt under the Willows painting
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sort; and whenever poor Gertrude Lefferts begins to suspect anything, and he's afraid of trouble, he gets up a fuss of this kind, to show how awfully moral he is, and talks at the top of his voice about the impertinence of inviting his wife to meet people he doesn't wish her to know. He's simply using Madame Olenska as a lightning-rod; I've seen him try the same thing often before.''
``The Leffertses! -- '' said Mrs. van der Luyden.
``The Leffertses! -- '' echoed Mrs. Archer. ``What would uncle Egmont have said of Lawrence Lefferts's pronouncing on anybody's social position? It shows what Society has come to.''
``We'll hope it has not quite come to that,'' said Mr. van der Luyden firmly.
``Ah, if only you and Louisa went out more!'' sighed Mrs. Archer.
But instantly she became aware of her mistake. The van der Luydens were morbidly sensitive to any criticism of their secluded existence. They were the arbiters of fashion, the Court

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Edward hopper paintings
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THAT evening, after Mr. Jackson had taken himself away, and the ladies had retired to their chintz-curtained bedroom, Newland Archer mounted thoughtfully to his own study. A vigilant hand had, as usual, kept the fire alive and the lamp trimmed; and the room, with its rows and rows of books, its bronze and steel statuettes of ``The Fencers'' on the mantelpiece and its many photographs of famous pictures, looked singularly home-like and welcoming.
As he dropped into his armchair near the fire his eyes rested on a large photograph of May Welland, which the young girl had given him in the first days of their romance, and which had now displaced all the other portraits on the table. With a new sense of awe he looked at the frank forehead, serious eyes and gay innocent mouth of the young creature whose soul's custodian he was to be. That terrifying product of the social system he belonged to and believed in, the young girl who knew nothing and expected everything, looked back at him like a stranger through May Welland's

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hassam At the Piano painting
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Agreeable as their expression was, the young man was shocked that they should reflect so unseemly a picture of the August tribunal before which, at that very moment, her case was being tried. Nothing could be in worse taste than misplaced flippancy; and he answered somewhat stiffly: ``Yes, you have been away a very long time.''
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``Oh, centuries and centuries; so long,'' she said, ``that I'm sure I'm dead and buried, and this dear old place is heaven;'' which, for reasons he could not define, struck Newland Archer as an even more disrespectful way of describing New York society. IT invariably happened in the same way. Mrs. Julius Beaufort, on the night of her annual ball, never failed to appear at the Opera; indeed, she always gave her ball on an Opera night in order to emphasise her complete superiority to household cares, and her possession of a staff of servants competent to organise every detail of the entertainment in her absence.
The Beauforts' house was one of the few in New York that possessed a ball-room (it antedated even Mrs. Manson Mingott's and the Headly Chiverses'); and at a time when it was beginning to be thought ``provincial'' to put a ``crash'' over the drawing-room floor and move the furniture upstairs, the possession of a ball-room that was used for no other purpose, and left for three-hundred-and-sixty-four days of the year to shuttered darkness, with its gilt chairs stacked in a corner and its chandelier in a bag; this undoubted superiority was felt to compensate for whatever was regrettable in the Beaufort past.

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George Owen Wynne Apperley paintings
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mysteries that had smouldered under the unruffled surface of New York society within the last fifty years. So far indeed did his information extend, and so acutely retentive was his memory, that he was supposed to be the only man who could have told you who Julius Beaufort, the banker, really was, and what had become of handsome Bob Spicer, old Mrs. Manson Mingott's father, who had disappeared so mysteriously (with a large sum of trust money) less than a year after his marriage, on the very day that a beautiful Spanish dancer who had been delighting thronged audiences in the old Opera-house on the Battery had taken ship for Cuba. But these mysteries, and many others, were closely locked in Mr. Jackson's breast; for not only did his keen sense of honour forbid his repeating anything privately imparted, but he was fully aware that his reputation for discretion increased his opportunities of finding out what he wanted to know.
The club box, therefore, waited in visible suspense while Mr. Sillerton Jackson handed back Lawrence Lefferts's opera-glass. For a moment he silently