the last supper painting

the last supper painting
picture of the last supper
leonardo da vinci last supper painting
leonardo da vinci mona lisa
I shall put up a headstone," said Jude drearily. ¡¡¡¡ "He was my child, and naturally I feel for him." ¡¡¡¡ "I hope so. We all did." ¡¡¡¡ "The others that weren't mine I didn't feel so much for, as was natural." ¡¡¡¡ "Of course." ¡¡¡¡ A sigh came from the dark corner where Sue sat. ¡¡¡¡ "I had often wished I had mine with me," continued Mrs. Cartlett. "Perhaps 'twouldn't have happened then! But of course I didn't wish to take him away from your wife." ¡¡¡¡ "I am not his wife," came from Sue. ¡¡¡¡ The unexpectedness of her words struck Jude silent. ¡¡¡¡ "Oh, I beg your pardon, I'm sure," said Arabella. "I thought you were!" ¡¡¡¡ Jude had knownoil painting
　 from the quality of Sue's tone that her new and transcendental views lurked in her words; but all except their obvious meaning was, naturally, missed by Arabella. The latter, after evincing that she was struck by Sue's avowal, recovered herself, and went on to talk with placid bluntness about "her" boy, for whom, though in his lifetime she had shown no care at all, she now exhibited a ceremonial mournfulness that was apparently sustaining to the conscience. She alluded to the past, and in making some remark appealed again to Sue. There was no answer: Sue had invisibly left the room. ¡¡¡¡ "She said she was not your wife?" resumed Arabella in another voice. "Why should she do that?"