mountain landscape painting

mountain landscape painting
impressionist landscape painting
modern landscape painting
flower landscape oil painting
and where she now stood looking at him, with hands which at first had been only raised in frightened compassion, if not even to keep him off and shut out the sight of him, but which were now extending towards him, trembling with eagerness to lay the spectral face upon her warm young breast, and love it back to life and hope- so exactly was the expression repeated (though in stronger characters) on her fair young face, that it looked as though it had passed like a moving light, from him to her. ¡¡¡¡Darkness had fallen on him in its place. He looked at the two, less and less attentively, and his eyes in gloomy abstraction sought the ground and looked about him in the old way. Finally, with a deep long sigh, he took the shoe up, and resumed his work. ¡¡¡¡"Have you recognised him, monsieur?" asked Defarge in a whisper. ¡¡¡¡"Yes; for a moment. At first I thought it quite hopeless, but I have unquestionably seen, for a single moment, the face that I once knew so well. Hush! Let us draw further back. Hush!" ¡¡¡¡She had moved from the wall of the garret. very near to the bench on which he sat. There was something awful in his unconsciousness of the figure that could have put out its hand and touched him as he stooped over his labour. ¡¡¡¡Not a word was spoken, not a sound was made. She stood, like a spirit, beside him, and he bent over his work.