floral oil painting

floral oil painting
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nude oil painting
'With Peggotty?' ¡¡¡¡'Ah!' he said. 'Her.' ¡¡¡¡'Oh, no. She never had a sweetheart.' ¡¡¡¡'Didn't she, though!' said Mr. Barkis. ¡¡¡¡Again he made up his mouth to whistle, and again he didn't whistle, but sat looking at the horse's ears. ¡¡¡¡'So she makes,' said Mr. Barkis, after a long interval of reflection, 'all the apple parsties, and doos all the cooking, do she?' ¡¡¡¡I replied that such was the fact. ¡¡¡¡'Well. I'll tell you what,' said Mr. Barkis. 'P'raps you might be writin' to her?' ¡¡¡¡'I shall certainly write to her,' I rejoined. ¡¡¡¡'Ah!' he said, slowly turning his eyes towards me. 'Well! If you was writin' to her, p'raps you'd recollec
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t to say that Barkis was willin'; would you?' ¡¡¡¡'That Barkis is willing,' I repeated, innocently. 'Is that all the message?' ¡¡¡¡'Ye-es,' he said, considering. 'Ye-es. Barkis is willin'.' ¡¡¡¡'But you will be at Blunderstone again tomorrow, Mr. Barkis,' I said, faltering a little at the idea of my being far away from it then, and could give your own message so much better.' ¡¡¡¡As he repudiated this suggestion, however, with a jerk of his head, and once more confirmed his previous request by saying, with profound gravity, 'Barkis is willin'. That's the message,' I readily undertook its transmission. While I was waiting for the coach in the hotel at Yarmouth that very afternoon, I procured a sheet of paper and an inkstand, and wrote a note to Peggotty, which ran thus: 'My dear Peggotty. I have come here safe. Barkis is willing. My love to mama. Yours affectionately. P.S. He says he particularly wants you to know - BARKIS IS WILLING.'