leonardo da vinci last supper painting

leonardo da vinci last supper painting
leonardo da vinci mona lisa
leonardo da vinci painting
leonardo da vinci the last supper
"It was only an impression with me then; I feel more and more convinced as time goes on that--I belong to him, or to nobody." ¡¡¡¡ "My good heavens--how we are changing places!" ¡¡¡¡ "Yes. Perhaps so." ¡¡¡¡ Some few days later, in the dusk of the summer evening, they were sitting in the same small room down-stairs, when a knock came to the front door of the carpenter's house where they were lodging, and in a few moments there was a tap at the door of their room. Before they could open it the comer did so, and a woman's form appeared. ¡¡¡¡ "Is Mr. Fawley here?" ¡¡¡¡ Jude and Sue started as he mechanically replied in the affirmative, for the voice was Arabella's. ¡¡¡¡ He formally requested her to come in, and she sat down in the window bench, where they could distinctly see her outline against the light; but no characteristic that enabled them to estimate her general aspect and air. Yet somet
oil paintinghing seemed to denote that she was not quite so comfortably circumstanced, nor so bouncingly attired, as she had been during Cartlett's lifetime. ¡¡¡¡ The three attempted an awkward conversation about the tragedy, of which Jude had felt it to be his duty to inform her immediately, though she had never replied to his letter. ¡¡¡¡ "I have just come from the cemetery," she said. "I inquired and found the child's grave. I couldn't come to the funeral--thank you for inviting me all the same. I read all about it in the papers, and I felt I wasn't wanted.... No--I couldn't come to the funeral," repeated Arabella, who, seeming utterly unable to reach the ideal of a catastrophic manner, fumbled with iterations. "But I am glad I found the grave. As 'tis your trade, Jude, you'll be able to put up a handsome stone to 'em."