contemporary landscape painting

contemporary landscape painting
fine art landscape painting
chinese landscape painting
landscape art painting
¡¡¡¡He formed this speech with his lips many times before he could utter it. But when he did find spoken words for it, they came to him coherently, though slowly. ¡¡¡¡"How was this?- Was it you?" ¡¡¡¡Once more, the two spectators started, as he turned upon her with a frightful suddenness. But she sat perfectly still in his grasp, and only said, in a low voice, "I entreat you, good gentlemen, do not come near us, do not speak, do not move!" ¡¡¡¡"Hark!" he exclaimed. "Whose voice was that?" ¡¡¡¡His hands released her as he uttered this cry, and went up to his white hair, which they tore in a frenzy. It died out, as everything but his shoemaking did die out of him, and he refolded his little packet and tried to secure it in his breast; but he still looked at her, and gloomily shook his head. ¡¡¡¡"No, no, no; you are too young, too blooming. It can't be. See what the prisoner is. These are not the hands she knew, this is not the face she knew, this is not a voice she ever heard. No, no. She was- and He was- before the slow years of the North Tower- ages ago. What is your name, my gentle angel?" ¡¡¡¡Hailing his softened tone and manner, his daughter fell upon her knees before him, with her appealing hands upon his breast.