leonardo da vinci the last supper

leonardo da vinci the last supper
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Get up, you idle boy!' he exclaimed, with assumed heartiness. `Away after them! they are just at the corner, by the stand of hives.'
Linton gathered his energies, and left the hearth. The lattice was open, and, as he stepped out, I heard Cathy inquiring of her unsociable attendant, what was that inscription over the door? Hareton stared up, and scratched his head like a true clown.
`It's some damnable writing,' he answered. `I cannot read it.'
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`Can't read it?' cried Catherine; `I can read it: it's English. But I want to know why it is there.'
Linton giggled: the first appearance of mirth he had exhibited.
`He does not know his letters,' he said to his cousin. `Could you believe in the existence of such a colossal dunce?'
`Is he all as he should be?' asked Miss Cathy seriously; `or is he simple: not right? I've questioned him twice now, and each time he looked so stupid I think he does not understand me. I can hardly understand him, I'm sure!'