Samson And Delilah

Samson And Delilah
seated nude
Spring Breeze
Sweet Nothings
¡¡¡¡'You're a scholar,' he said, hurriedly, 'and know what's right and best. What am I to say, indoors? How am I ever to break it to him, Mas'r Davy?' ¡¡¡¡I saw the door move, and instinctively tried to hold the latch on the outside, to gain a moment's time. It was too late. Mr. Peggotty thrust forth his face; and never could I forget the change that came upon it when he saw us, if I were to live five hundred years. ¡¡¡¡I remember a great wail and cry, and the women hanging about him, and we all standing in the room; I with a paper in my hand, which Ham had given me; Mr. Peggotty, with his vest torn open, his hair wild, his face
oil painting and lips quite white, and blood trickling down his bosom (it had sprung from his mouth, I think), looking fixedly at me. ¡¡¡¡'Read it, sir,' he said, in a low shivering voice. 'Slow, please. I doen't know as I can understand.' ¡¡¡¡In the midst of the silence of death, I read thus, from a blotted letter: ¡¡¡¡ '"When you, who love me so much better than I ever have deserved, even when my mind was innocent, see this, I shall be far away."' ¡¡¡¡ 'I shall be fur away,' he repeated slowly. 'Stop! Em'ly fur away. Well!' ¡¡¡¡ '"When I leave my dear home - my dear home - oh, my dear home! - in the morning,"' ¡¡¡¡the letter bore date on the previous night: ¡¡¡¡ '"- it will be never to come back, unless he brings me back a lady. This will be found at night, many hours after, instead of me. Oh, if you knew how my heart is torn. If even you, that I have wronged s