the last supper painting

the last supper painting
picture of the last supper
leonardo da vinci last supper painting
　　 "Ay, if we can do that, ma'am," said Elinor, "we shall do very well with or without Colonel Brandon." And then rising, she went away to join Marianne, whom she found, as she expected, in her own room, leaning, in silent misery, over the small remains of a fire, which, till Elinor's entrance, had been her only light. 　　 "You had better leave me," was all the notice that her sister received from her. 　　 "I will leave you," said Elinor, "if you will go to bed." But this, from the momentaryoil painting
　perverseness of impatient suffering, she at first refused to do. Her sister's earnest, though gentle persuasion, however, soon softened her to compliance; and Elinor saw her lay her aching head on the pillow, and as she hoped, in a way to get some quiet rest before she left her. 　　 In the drawing-room, whither she then repaired, she was soon joined by Mrs. Jennings, with a wine-glass, full of something, in her hand. 　　 "My dear," said she, entering, "I have just recollected that I have some of the finest old Constantia wine in the house that ever was tasted, so I have brought a glass of it for your sister. My poor husband! how fond he was of it!