picture of the last supper

picture of the last supper
leonardo da vinci last supper painting
leonardo da vinci mona lisa
leonardo da vinci painting
"Le Five-o'-clock,"he was saying. "C'est bien Anglais ca, n'est ce pas?" He looked round him with approval.
　　"Le-Five-o'-clock,"thought Davy as he passed through the swing doors to the street. Thatchap doesn't know that 'le Five-o'-clock' is as dead as the Dodo!
　　Outside, various vast American wardrobe cases andsuitcases were being loaded on to a taxi. It seemed that Mr. and Mrs. Elmer Cabot were ontheir way to the Hotel Vendome, Paris.
　　Beside him on the kerb, Mrs. Elmer Cabot wasexpressing her views to her husband.
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　　"The Pendleburys were quite right about thisplace, Elmer. It just is old England. So beautifully Edwardian. I just feel Edward theSeventh could walk right in any moment and sit down there for his afternoon tea. I mean tocome back here next year – I really do."
　　"If we've got amillion dollars or so to spare," said her husband dryly.
　　"Now, Elmer, it wasn'tas bad as all that."
　　The baggage was loaded, the tall commissionairehelped them in, murmuring "Thank you, sir" as Mr. Cabot made the expected gesture. The taxi drove off. Thecommissionaire transferred his attention to Father.