Andreas Achenbach paintings

Andreas Achenbach paintings
Alphonse Maria Mucha paintings
footman, was sent for to act as second witness--and the pen was put at once into my aunt's hand. I felt strongly urged to say a few appropriate words on his solemn occasion. But Mr. Bruff's manner convinced me that it was wisest to check the impulse while he was in the room. In less than two minutes it was all over--and Samuel (unbenefited by what I might have said) had gone downstairs again.
Mr. Bruff folded up the Will, and then looked my way; apparently wondering whether I did or did not mean to leave him alone with my aunt. I had my mission of mercy to fulfil, and my bag of precious publications ready on my lap. He might as well have expected to move St. Paul's Cathedral by looking at it, as to move Me. there was one merit about him (due no doubt to his worldly training) which I have no wish to deny. He was quick at seeing things. I appeared to produce almost the same impression on him which I had produced on the cabman. He too uttered a profane expression, and withdrew in a violent hurry, and left me mistress of the field.

Pieter de Hooch paintings

Pieter de Hooch paintings
Pietro Perugino paintings
THE first words, when we had taken our seats, were spoken by my lady.
`Sergeant Cuff,' she said, `there was perhaps some excuse for the inconsiderate manner in which I spoke to you half an hour since. I have no wish, however, to claim that excuse. I say, with perfect sincerity, that I regret it, if I wronged you.'
The grace of voice and manner with which she made him that atonement had its due effect on the Sergeant. He requested permission to justify himself -- putting his justification as an act of respect to my mistress. It was impossible, he said, that he could be in any way responsible for the calamity which had shocked us all, for this sufficient reason, that his success in bringing his inquiry to its proper end depended on his neither saying nor doing anything that could alarm Rosanna Spearman. He appealed to me to testify whether he had, or had not, carried that object out. I could, and did, bear witness that he had. And there, as I thought, the matter might have been judiciously left to come to an end.
Sergeant Cuff, however, took it a step further, evidently (as you shall now judge) with

Jeffrey T.Larson paintings

Jeffrey T.Larson paintings
Jean-Paul Laurens paintings
HE nearest way to the garden, on going out of my lady's sitting-room, was by the shrubbery path, which you already know of. For the sake of your better understanding of what is now to come, I may add to this, that the shrubbery path was Mr. Franklin's favourite walk. When he was out in the grounds, and when we failed to find him anywhere else, we generally found him here.
I am afraid I must own that I am rather an obstinate old man. The more firmly Sergeant Cuff kept his thoughts shut up from me, the more firmly I persisted in trying to look in at them. As we turned into the shrubbery path, I attempted to circumvent him in another way.
`As things are now,' I said, `if I was in your place, I should be at my wits' end.'
`If you were in my place,' answered the Sergeant, `you would have formed an opinion--and, as things are now, any doubt you might previously have felt about your own conclusions would be completely set at rest. Never mind for the present what those conclusions are, Mr. Betteredge. I haven't brought you out here to draw me like a badger; I have brought you out here to ask for some information. You might have given

Lord Frederick Leighton Leighton Idyll painting

Lord Frederick Leighton Leighton Idyll painting
Steve Hanks Comfort in Solitude painting
that we will never marry but be nice old maids and live together forever. Diana hasn't quite made up her mind though, because she thinks perhaps it would be nobler to marry some wild, dashing, wicked young man and reform him. Diana and I talk a great deal about serious subjects now, you know. We feel that we are so much older than we used to be that it isn't becoming to talk of childish matters. It's such a solemn thing to be almost fourteen, Marilla. Miss Stacy took all us girls who are in our teens down to the brook last Wednesday, and talked to us about it. She said we couldn't be too careful what habits we formed and what ideals we acquired in our teens, because by the time we were twenty our characters would be developed and the foundation laid for our whole future life. And she said if the foundation was shaky we could never build anything really worth while on it. Diana and I talked the matter over coming home from school. We felt

Philip Craig Twilight Courtyard painting

Philip Craig Twilight Courtyard painting
John Singer Sargent Sargent Poppies painting bridge. Anne, clinging desperately to her precarious foothold, saw their flying forms and heard their shrieks. Help would soon come, but meanwhile her position was a very uncomfortable one.
The minutes passed by, each seeming an hour to the unfortunate lily maid. Why didn't somebody come? Where had the girls gone? Suppose they had fainted, one and all! Suppose nobody ever came! Suppose she grew so tired and cramped that she could hold on no longer! Anne looked at the wicked green depths below her, wavering with long, oily shadows, and shivered. Her imagination began to suggest all manner of gruesome possibilities to her.
Then, just as she thought she really could not endure the ache in her arms and wrists another moment, Gilbert Blythe came rowing under the bridge in Harmon Andrews's dory!
Gilbert glanced up and, much to his amazement, beheld a little white scornful face looking down upon him with big, frightened but also scornful gray eyes.

Guillaume Seignac L'Abandon painting

Guillaume Seignac L'Abandon painting
Claude Monet Woman In A Green Dress painting
Marilla, walking home one late April evening from an Aid meeting, realized that the winter was over and gone with the thrill of delight that spring never fails to bring to the oldest and saddest as well as to the youngest and merriest. Marilla was not given to subjective analysis of her thoughts and feelings. She probably imagined that she was thinking about the Aids and their missionary box and the new carpet for the vestry room, but under these reflections was a harmonious consciousness of red fields smoking into pale-purply mists in the declining sun, of long, sharp-pointed fir shadows falling over the meadow beyond the brook, of still, crimson-budded maples around a mirrorlike wood pool, of a wakening in the world and a stir of hidden pulses under the gray sod. The spring was abroad in the land and Marilla's sober, middle-aged step was lighter and swifter because of its deep, primal gladness.
Her eyes dwelt affectionately on Green Gables, peering through its network of trees and reflecting the sunlight back from its windows in several little coruscations of glory. Marilla, as she picked her steps along the damp lane, thought that

William Merritt Chase Chase Summertime painting

William Merritt Chase Chase Summertime painting
Albert Bierstadt Autumn Woods painting]
cried herself sick over it. I love a book that makes me cry. But I think I'll carry that book into the sitting room and lock it in the jam closet and give you the key. And you must not give it to me, Matthew, until my lessons are done, not even if I implore you on my bended knees. It's all very well to say resist temptation, but it's ever so much easier to resist it if you can't get the key. And then shall I run down the cellar and get some russets, Matthew? Wouldn't you like some russets?"
"Well now, I dunno but what I would," said Matthew, who never ate russets but knew Anne's weakness for them.
Just as Anne emerged triumphantly from the cellar with her plateful of russets came the sound of flying footsteps on the icy board walk outside and the next moment the kitchen door was flung open and in rushed Diana Barry, white faced and breathless, with a shawl wrapped hastily around her head. Anne promptly let go of her candle and plate in her surprise, and plate, candle, and apples crashed together down the cellar ladder and were found at the bottom embedded in melted grease, the next day, by Marilla, who gathered them up and thanked mercy the house hadn't been set on fire.

Pablo Picasso The Old Guitarist painting

Pablo Picasso The Old Guitarist painting
Vincent van Gogh Starry Night over the Rhone painting
Ten minutes isn't very long to say an eternal farewell in," said Anne tearfully. "Oh, Diana, will you promise faithfully never to forget me, the friend of your youth, no matter what dearer friends may caress thee?"
"Indeed I will," sobbed Diana, "and I'll never have another bosom friend--I don't want to have. I couldn't love anybody as I love you."
"Oh, Diana," cried Anne, clasping her hands, "do you love me?"
"Why, of course I do. Didn't you know that?"
"No." Anne drew a long breath. "I thought you liked me of course but I never hoped you loved me. Why, Diana, I didn't think anybody could love me. Nobody ever has loved me since I can remember. Oh, this is wonderful! It's a ray of light which will forever shine on the darkness of a path severed from thee, Diana. Oh, just say it once again."
"I love you devotedly, Anne," said Diana stanchly, "and I always will, you may be sure of that."

Yvonne Jeanette Karlsen paintings

Yvonne Jeanette Karlsen paintings
Avtandil paintings
No, I don't know as I ever did," said Marilla mercilessly, "and I shouldn't think it likely to happen in your case either."
Anne sighed.
"Well, that is another hope gone. `My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.' That's a sentence I read in a book once, and I say it over to comfort myself whenever I'm disappointed in anything."
"I don't see where the comforting comes in myself," said Marilla.
"Why, because it sounds so nice and romantic, just as if I were a heroine in a book, you know. I am so fond of romantic things, and a graveyard full of buried hopes is about as romantic a thing as one can imagine isn't it? I'm rather glad I have one. Are we going across the Lake of Shining Waters today?"
"We're not going over Barry's pond, if that's what you mean by your Lake of Shining Waters. We're going by the shore road."
"Shore road sounds nice," said Anne dreamily. "Is it as nice as it sounds? Just when you said `shore road' I saw it in a

Thomas Kinkade paintings

Thomas Kinkade paintings
Thomas Stiltz paintings
he had the night before, and that he would go on wanting it. That was Matthew's way--take a whim into his head and cling to it with the most amazing silent persistency--a persistency ten times more potent and effectual in its very silence than if he had talked it out.
When the meal was ended Anne came out of her reverie and offered to wash the dishes.
"Can you wash dishes right?" asked Marilla distrustfully.
"Pretty well. I'm better at looking after children, though. I've had so much experience at that. It's such a pity you haven't any here for me to look after."
"I don't feel as if I wanted any more children to look after than I've got at present. You're problem enough in all conscience. What's to be done with you I don't know. Matthew is a most ridiculous man."

James Jacques Joseph Tissot paintings

James Jacques Joseph Tissot paintings
Jules Joseph Lefebvre paintings who would have to tell this waif of the world that the home she longed for was not to be hers after all. They drove over Lynde's Hollow, where it was already quite dark, but not so dark that Mrs. Rachel could not see them from her window vantage, and up the hill and into the long lane of Green Gables. By the time they arrived at the house Matthew was shrinking from the approaching revelation with an energy he did not understand. It was not of Marilla or himself he was thinking of the trouble this mistake was probably going to make for them, but of the child's disappointment. When he thought of that rapt light being quenched in her eyes he had an uncomfortable feeling that he was going to assist at murdering something--much the same feeling that came over him when he had to kill a lamb or calf or any other innocent little creature.
The yard was quite dark as they turned into it and the poplar leaves were rustling silkily all round it.
"Listen to the trees talking in their sleep," she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. "What nice dreams they must have!"

Thomas Kinkade The Rose Garden painting

Thomas Kinkade The Rose Garden painting
Thomas Kinkade The old fishing hole painting
other and rattled. Then cried he,
"What rumbles and tumblesAgainst my poor bones?I thought 'twas six kids,But it feels like big stones."
And when he got to the well and stooped over the water to drink, the heavy stones made him fall in, and he had to drown miserably.
When the seven kids saw that, they came running to the spot and cried aloud, "The wolf is dead, the wolf is dead," and danced for joy round about the well with their mother. Steine herbei und steckten ihm so viele in den Bauch, als sie , ich stecke im Uhrkasten!" Da holte die Mutter das junge Geißlein aus seinem Versteck heraus, und es erzählte Kinder, eure Mutter ist da und hat jedem von euch etwas mitgebracht!"
Aber der Wolf hatte seine schwarze laid his black paws against the window, and the children saw them and cried, "We will not open the door, our mother has not black feet like you, you

Thomas Kinkade Besides Still Waters painting

Thomas Kinkade Besides Still Waters painting
Thomas Kinkade Autumn Lane painting At last, when she came to the youngest, a soft voice cried, "Dear Mother, I am in the clock-case." She took the kid out, and it told her that the wolf had come and had eaten all the others. Then you may imagine how she wept over her poor children.
At length in her grief she went out, and the youngest kid ran with her. When they came to the meadow, there lay the wolf by the tree and snored so loud that the branches shook. She looked at him on every side and saw that something was moving and struggling in his gorged belly. Ah, heavens, she thought, is it possible that my poor children whom he has swallowed down for his supper, can be still alive?
Then the kid had to run home and fetch scissorsand a needle and thread and the goat cut open the monster's stomach, and hardly had she make one cut, than one little kid thrust its head out, and when she cut farther, all six sprang out one

Thomas Kinkade The Night Before Christmas painting

Thomas Kinkade The Night Before Christmas painting
Thomas Kinkade The Light of Freedom painting
abschlagen, so willigte es ein.
Da kamen drei Wichtelmänner und führten es in einen hohlen Berg, wo die Kleinen lebten. Es war da alles klein, aber so zierlich und prächtig, daß es nicht zu sagen ist. Die Kindbetterin lag in einem Bett von schwarzem Ebenholz mit Knöpfen von Perlen, die Decken waren mit Gold gestickt, die Wiege war von Elfenbein, die Badwanne von Gold. Das Mädchen stand nun Gevatter und wollte dann wieder nach Haus gehen, die Wichtelmännlein baten es aber inständig, drei Tage bei ihnen zu bleiben. Es blieb also und verlebte die Zeit in Lust und Freude, und die Kleinen taten ihm alles zuliebe.
Endlich wollte es sich auf den Rückweg machen, da steckten sie ihm die Taschen erst ganz voll Gold und führten es hernach wieder zum Berge heraus. Als es nach Haus kam, wollte es seine Arbeit beginnen, nahm den

Thomas Kinkade Rose Gate painting

Thomas Kinkade Rose Gate painting
Thomas Kinkade Portofino painting
ihm zugeordnet waren, außen warten. Er brauchte nicht lange zu suchen, das Einhorn kam bald daher und sprang geradezu auf den Schneider los, als wollte es ihn ohne Umstände aufspießen. "Sachte, sachte", sprach er, "so geschwind geht das nicht", blieb stehen und wartete, bis das Tier ganz nahe war, dann sprang er behendiglich hinter den Baum. Das Einhorn rannte mit aller Kraft gegen den Baum und spießte sein Horn so fest in den Stamm, daß es nicht Kraft genug hatte, es wieder herauszuziehen, und so war es gefangen. "Jetzt hab ich das Vöglein", sagte der Schneider, kam hinter dem Baum hervor, legte dem Einhorn den Strick erst um den Hals, dann hieb er mit der Axt das Horn aus dem Baum, und als alles in Ordnung war, führte er das Tier ab und brachte es dem König.
Der König wollte ihm den verheißenen Lohn noch nicht gewähren und machte eine dritte Forderung. Der Schneider sollte ihm vor der Hochzeit erst ein Wildschwein fangen, das in dem Wald großen Schaden tat; die Jäger sollten ihm Beistand leisten.
"Gerne", sprach der Schneider, "das ist ein Kinderspiel."

Peter Paul Rubens Samson and Delilah painting

Peter Paul Rubens Samson and Delilah painting
Thomas Stiltz BV Beauty painting
Die Großmutter aber wohnte draußen im Wald, eine halbe Stunde vom Dorf.Wie nun Rotkäppchen in den Wald kam, begegnete ihm der Wolf. Rotkäppchen aber wußte nicht, was das für ein böses Tier war, und fürchtete sich nicht vor ihm.
"Guten Tag, Rotkäppchen", sprach er.
"Schönen Dank, Wolf."
"Wo hinaus so früh, Rotkäppchen?"
"Zur Großmutter."
"Was trägst du unter der Schürze?"
"Kuchen und Wein: gestern haben wir gebacken, da soll sich die kranke und schwache Großmutter etwas zugut tun und sich damit stärken."
"Rotkäppchen, wo wohnt deine Großmutter?"

3d art waterhouse gather flower girls painting

3d art waterhouse gather flower girls painting
3d art Meditative Rose I painting
Meanwhile the wolf ran straight to the grandmother's house and knocked at the door.
"Who is there?"
"Little Red Riding Hood," replied the wolf. "She is bringing cake and wine. Open the door."
"Lift the latch," called out the grandmother, "I am too weak, and cannot get up."
The wolf lifted the latch, the door sprang open, and without saying a word he went straight to the grandmother's bed, and devoured her. Then he put on her clothes, dressed himself in her cap, laid himself in bed and drew the curtains.
Little Red Riding Hood, however, had been running about picking flowers, and when she had gathered so many that she could carry no more, she remembered her grandmother, and set out on the way to her

William Bouguereau the first kiss painting

William Bouguereau the first kiss painting
Pino Mystic Dreams painting
Jungfrau in diesen Kreis kam, so verwandelte sie dieselbe in einen Vogel und sperrte sie dann in einen Korb ein und trug den Korb in eine Kammer des Schlosses. Sie hatte wohl siebentausend solcher Körbe mit so raren Vögeln im Schlosse.
Nun war einmal eine Jungfrau, die hieß Jorinde; sie war schöner als alle andere Mädchen. Die und dann ein gar schöner Jüngling namens Joringel hatten sich zusammen versprochen. Sie waren in den Brauttagen, und sie hatten ihr größtes Vergnügen eins am andern. Damit sie nun einsmalen vertraut zusammen reden könnten, gingen sie in den Wald spazieren.
"Hüte dich", sagte Joringel, "daß du nicht so nahe ans Schloß kommst."
Es war ein schöner Abend, die Sonne schien zwischen den Stämmen der Bäume hell ins dunkle Grün des Waldes, und die Turteltaube sang kläglich auf den alten Maibuchen.

Edmund Blair Leighton paintings

Edmund Blair Leighton paintings
Eugene de Blaas paintings
come in, and stay with me. No harm shall happen to you." She took them both by the hand, and led them into her little house. Then good food was set before them, milk and pancakes, with sugar, apples, and nuts. Afterwards two pretty little beds were covered with clean white linen, and Hansel and Gretel lay down in them, and thought they were in heaven.
The old woman had only pretended to be so kind. She was in reality a wicked witch, who lay in wait for children, and had only built the little house of bread in order to entice them there. When a child fell into her power, she killed it, cooked and ate it, and that was a feast day with her. Witches have red eyes, and cannot see far, but they have a keen scent like the beasts, and are aware when human beings draw near.
When Hansel and Gretel came into her neighborhood, she laughed with malice, and said mockingly, "I have them, they shall not escape me again."

Lord Frederick Leighton paintings

Lord Frederick Leighton paintings
Mark Rothko paintings
yet I am a king's daughter, and a false waiting-maid has by force brought me to such a pass that I have been compelled to put off my royal apparel, and she has taken my place with my bridegroom, and I have to perform menial service as a goose-girl. If this my mother knew, her heart would break in two."
The aged king, however, was standing outside by the pipe of the stove, and was listening to what she said, and heard it. Then he came back again, and bade her come out of the stove. And royal garments were placed on her, and it was marvellous how beautiful she was. The aged king summoned his son, and revealed to him that he had got the false bride who was only a waiting-maid, but that the true one was standing there, as the former goose-girl. The young king rejoiced with all his heart when he saw her beauty and youth, and a great feast was made ready to which all the people and all good friends were invited.
At the head of the table sat the bridegroom with the king's daughter at one side of him, and the waiting-maid on the other, but the waiting-maid was

Leon-Augustin L'hermitte paintings

Leon-Augustin L'hermitte paintings
Lady Laura Teresa Alma-Tadema paintings
And the head answers,
"'Alas, young queen, how ill you fare.If this your mother knewHer heart would break in two.'"
And Conrad went on to relate what happened on the goose pasture, and how when there he had to chase his hat.
The aged king commanded him to drive his flock out again next day, and as soon as morning came, he placed himself behind the dark gateway, and heard how the maiden spoke to the head of Falada, and then he too went into the country, and hid himself in the thicket in the meadow. There he soon saw with his own eyes the goose-girl and the goose-boy bringing their flock, and how after a while she sat down and unplaited her hair, which shone with radiance. And soon she said,
"Blow, blow, thou gentle wind, I say,Blow Conrad's little hat away,And make him chase it here and there,

Claude Monet Woman In A Green Dress painting

Claude Monet Woman In A Green Dress painting
Gustav Klimt The Kiss (Le Baiser _ Il Baccio) painting
Da nahm der eine den andern beiseit und sprach "h鰎, der kleine Kerl k鰊nte unser Gl點k machen, wenn wir ihn in einer gro遝n Stadt f黵 Geld sehen lie遝n, wir wollen ihn kaufen." Sie gingen zu dem Bauer und sprachen "verkauft uns den kleinen Mann, er solls gut bei uns haben."
"Nein," antwortete der Vater, "es ist mein Herzblatt, und ist mir f黵 alles Gold in der Welt nicht feil!"
Daumesdick aber, als er von dem Handel geh鰎t, war an den Rockfalten seines Vaters hinaufgekrochen, stellte sich ihm auf die Schulter und wisperte ihm ins Ohr "Vater, gib mich nur hin, ich will schon wieder zur點kkommen."
Da gab ihn der Vater f黵 ein sch鰊es St點k Geld den beiden M鋘nern hin. "Wo willst du sitzen?, sprachen sie zu ihm.
"Ach, setzt mich nur auf den Rand von eurem Hut, da kann ich auf

Thomas Kinkade A Winter's Cottage painting

Thomas Kinkade A Winter's Cottage painting
Thomas Kinkade A Perfect Yellow Rose painting
Das hörte die horchende Magd ganz deutlich, sprang aus dem Bett und stolperte zur Tür herein. Die Diebe liefen fort und rannten, als wäre der wilde Jäger hinter ihnen; die Magd aber, als sie nichts bemerken konnte, ging ein Licht anzünden. Wie sie damit herbeikam, machte sich Daumesdick, ohne daß er gesehen wurde, hinaus in die Scheune: die Magd aber, nachdem sie alle Winkel durchgesucht und nichts gefunden hatte, legte sich endlich wieder zu Bett und glaubte, sie hätte mit offenen Augen und Ohren doch nur geträumt.
Daumesdick war in den Heuhälmchen herumgeklettert und hatte einen schönen Platz zum Schlafen gefunden: da wollte er sich ausruhen, bis es Tag wäre, und dann zu seinen Eltern wieder heimgehen. Aber er mußte andere Dinge erfahren! ja, es gibt viel Trübsal und Not auf der Welt! Die Magd stieg, als der Tag graute, schon aus dem Bett, um das Vieh zu füttern. Ihr erster Gang war in die Scheune, wo sie einen Arm voll Heu packte, und gerade dasjenige, worin der arme Daumesdick. lag und schlief. Er schlief aber so fest, daß er nichts gewahr ward, und nicht eher aufwachte, als bis er in dem Maul der Kuh war, die ihn mit dem Heu aufgerafft hatte.

Thomas Kinkade Christmas Evening painting

Thomas Kinkade Christmas Evening painting
Thomas Kinkade Christmas Cottage painting
Ah," said the father, "what sorrow we have gone through for your sake."
"Yes father, I have gone about the world a great deal. Thank heaven, I breathe fresh air again."
"Where have you been, then?"
"Ah, father, I have been in a mouse's hole, in a cow's belly, and then in a wolf's paunch. Now I will stay with you.
"And we will not sell you again, no not for all the riches in the world," said his parents, and they embraced and kissed their dear Tom Thumb. They gave him to eat and to drink, and had some new clothes made for him, for his own had been spoiled on his journey. Es war ein armer Bauersmann, der saß abends beim Herd und schürte das Feuer, und die Frau saß und spann. Da sprach er "wie ists so traurig, daß wir keine Kinder haben! es ist so still bei uns, und in den andern Häusern ists so laut und lustig."
"Ja," antwortete die Frau und seufzte, "wenns nur ein einziges wäre, und wenns auch ganz klein wäre, nur Daumens groß, so wollte ich schon zufrieden sein; wir hättens doch von Herzen lieb."

Thomas Kinkade Afternoon Light Dogwood painting

Thomas Kinkade Afternoon Light Dogwood painting
Thomas Kinkade Abundant Harvest painting
Sie gingen den ganzen Tag, und wenn es regnete, sprach das Schwesterlein: "Gott und unsere Herzen, die weinen zusammen!" Abends kamen sie in einen gron Wald und waren so me von Jammer, vom Hunger und von dem langen Weg, da?sie sich in einen hohlen Baum setzten und einschliefen.
Am andern Morgen, als sie aufwachten, stand die Sonne schon hoch am Himmel und schien hei?in den Baum hinein. Da sprach das Brerchen: "Schwesterchen, mich dstet, wenn ich ein Brnlein wte, ich ging' und tr鋘k' einmal; ich mein', ich ht' eins rauschen."
Brerchen stand auf, nahm Schwesterchen an der Hand, und sie wollten das Brnlein suchen. Die be Stiefmutter aber war eine Hexe und hatte wohl gesehen, wie die beiden Kinder fortgegangen waren, war ihnen nachgeschlichen, heimlich, wie die Hexen schleichen, und hatte alle Brunnen im Walde verwscht.
Als sie nun ein Brnlein fanden, das so glitzerig er die Steine sprang, wollte das Brerchen daraus trinken; aber das Schwesterchen hte, wie es im Rauschen sprach:

Decorative painting

Decorative painting
you are queen you will have no more need to go on foot." The maiden cut a bit off her heel, forced her foot into the shoe, swallowed the pain, and went out to the king's son. He took her on his horse as his bride, and rode away with her, but when they passed by the hazel-tree, the two pigeons sat on it and cried,
"Turn and peep, turn and peep,there's blood within the shoe,the shoe it is too small for her,the true bride waits for you."He looked down at her foot and saw how the blood was running out of her shoe, and how it had stained her white stocking quite red. Then he turned his horse and took the false bride home again. "This also is not the right one," said he, "have you no other daughter." "No," said the man, "there is still a little stunted kitchen-wench which my late wife left behind her, but she cannot possibly be the bride." The king's son said he was to send her up to him, but the mother answered, oh, no, she is much too dirty, she cannot show herself. But he absolutely insisted on it, and Cinderella had to be called.

Julien Dupre paintings

Julien Dupre paintings
Julius LeBlanc Stewart paintings
He will not die, my father,” said Rebecca, gently extricating herself from the grasp of Isaac—“he will not die unless we abandon him; and if so, we are indeed answerable for his blood to God and to man.”
“Nay,” said Isaac, releasing his hold, “it grieveth me as much to see the drops of his blood, as if they were so many gold byzants from mine own purse; and I well know, that the lessons of Miriam, daughter of the Rabbi Manasses of Byzantium, whose soul is in Paradise, have made thee skilful in the art of healing, and that thou knowest the craft of herbs, and the force of elixirs. Therefore, do as thy mind giveth thee—thou art a good damsel, a blessing, and a crown, and a song of rejoicing unto me and unto my house, and unto the people of my fathers.”
The apprehensions of Isaac, however, were not ill founded; and the generous and grateful benevolence of his daughter exposed her, on her return to Ashby, to the unhallowed gaze of Brain de Bois-Guilbert. The Templar twice passed and repassed them on the road, fixing his bold and

Jean-Honore Fragonard paintings

Jean-Honore Fragonard paintings
Jehan Georges Vibert paintings
This wandering race, sever’d from other men,Boast yet their intercourse with human arts;The seas, the woods, the deserts which they haunt,Find them acquainted with their secret treasures:And unregarded herbs, and flowers, and blossoms,Display undreamt-of powers when gather’d by them. –The Jew.–
Our history must needs retrograde for the space of a few pages, to inform the reader of certain passages material to his understanding the rest of this important narrative. His own intelligence may indeed have easily anticipated that, when Ivanhoe sunk down, and seemed abandoned by all the world, it was the importunity of Rebecca which prevailed on her father to have the gallant young warrior transported from the lists to the house which for the time the Jews inhabited in the suburbs of Ashby

Filippino Lippi paintings

Filippino Lippi paintings
Francisco de Zurbaran paintings
The interval had not entirely been bestowed in holding council with his confederates, for De Bracy had found leisure to decorate his person with all the foppery of the times. His green cassock and vizard were now flung aside, his long luxuriant hair was trained to flow in quaint tresses down his richly-furred cloak. His beard was closely shaved; his doublet reached to the middle of his leg, and the girdle which secured it, and at the same time supported his ponderous sword, was embroidered and embossed with gold work. We have already noticed the extravagant fashion of the shoes at this period, and the points of Maurice de Bracy’s might have challenged the prize of extravagance with the gayest, being turned up and twisted like the horns of a ram. Such was the dress of a gallant of the period; and, in the present instance, that effect was aided by the handsome person and good demeanour of the wearer, whose manners partook alike of the grace of a courtier, and the frankness of a soldier.

Diego Rivera paintings

Diego Rivera paintings
Don Li-Leger paintings
the paternal anxiety which had been excited by the dubiety of his fate, gave way anew to the feeling of injured pride and resentment, at what he termed Wilfred’s filial disobedience. “Let him wander his way,” said he—“let those leech his wounds for whose sake he encountered them. He is fitter to do the juggling tricks of the Norman chivalry than to maintain the fame and honour of his English ancestry with the glaive and brown-bill, the good old weapons of his country.”
“If to maintain the honour of ancestry,” said Rowena, who was present, “it is sufficient to be wise in council and brave in execution—to be boldest among the bold, and gentlest among the gentle, I know no voice, save his father’s—”
“Be silent, Lady Rowena!—on this subject only I hear you not. Prepare yourself for the Prince’s festival: we have been summoned thither with

Guillaume Seignac Jeune femme denudee sur canape painting

Guillaume Seignac Jeune femme denudee sur canape painting
3d art Boundless Love painting
shall come and sit here often myself and work.Indeed, I am writing now, with my book on my knee, and listening to the talk of three old men who are sitting beside me. They seem to do nothing all day but sit here and talk.
The harbour lies below me, with, on the far side, one long granite wall stretching out into the sea, with a curve outwards at the end of it,in the middle of which is a lighthouse. A heavy seawall runs along outside of it. On the near side, the seawall makes an elbow crooked inversely, and its end too has a lighthouse. Between the two piers there is a narrow opening into the harbour, which then suddenly widens.
It is nice at high water, but when the tide is out it shoals away to nothing,and there is merely the stream of the Esk, running between banks of sand, with rocks here and there. Outside the harbour on this side there rises for about half a mile a great reef, the sharp of which runs straight out from behind the south lighthouse. At the end of it is a buoy with a bell, which swings in bad weather, and sends in a mournful sound on the wind.

Alexandre Cabanel The Birth of Venus painting

Alexandre Cabanel The Birth of Venus painting
George Frederick Watts Watts Hope painting
, and will be returning in about a week. I am longing to hear all his news. It must be nice to see strange countries. I wonder if we, I mean Jonathan and I, shall ever see them together. There is the ten o’clock bell ringing. Goodbye.
Your lovingMina
Tell me all the news when you write. You have not told me anything for a long time. I hear rumours, and especially of a tall, handsome, curly-haired man.???
Letter, Lucy Westenra to Mina Murray
17, Chatham StreetWednesday
My dearest Mina,
I must say you tax me very unfairly with being a bad correspondent. I wrote you twice since we parted, and your last letter was only your second. Besides, I have nothing to tell you. There is really nothing to interest you.
Town is very pleasant just now, and we go a great deal to picture-galleries and for walks and rides in the park. As to the tall, curly-haired man, I suppose it was the one who was with me at the last Pop. Someone has evidently been telling tales.

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Peder Mork Monsted paintings
Pierre Auguste Renoir paintings
Another flash gleamed. Grimaud stretched out his arm, and by the livid light of the fire-serpent they distinguished a little isolated house on the banks of the river, within a hundred paces of a ferry.
One window was lighted.
“Here we are!” said Athos.
At this moment a man who had been crouching in a ditch jumped up. It was Mousqueton. He pointed his finger to the lighted window.
“She’s there,” said he.
“And Bazin?” asked Athos.
“While I was watching the window, he was watching the door.”
“Good!” said Athos; “you are all faithful servants.”

Lorenzo Lotto paintings

Lorenzo Lotto paintings
Louis Aston Knight paintings
Rochefort had scarcely departed when Madame Bonacieux came back. She found milady with a smiling countenance.
“Come and sit down close to me,” said milady.
Milady arose and went to the door, opened it, looked down the corridor, and then returned and seated herself near Madame Bonacieux.
“That man,” said milady, lowering her voice, “is my brother!”
“Your brother!” cried Madame Bonacieux.
“Well, no one must know this secret, my dear, but yourself. If you reveal it to any one at all I shall be lost, and you also, perhaps.”
“O Heavens!”

Ford Madox Brown paintings

Ford Madox Brown paintings
Federico Andreotti paintingspositive sense, when a short, sonorous cry made him start, and attracted the attention of the musketeers.
“Officer!” cried Grimaud.
“I believe you are speaking, you rascal!” said Athos, rising on his elbow, and fascinating Grimaud with his flashing eyes.
Grimaud therefore said not a word more, but contented himself with pointing his index finger at the hedge, signifying by this gesture the presence of the cardinal and his escort.
With a single bound the musketeers were on their feet, and saluted respectfully.
The cardinal seemed furious.
“It seems that the musketeers set sentinels for themselves,” said he. “Are the English expected by land, or do the musketeers consider themselves officers of rank?”

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Leonardo da Vinci paintings
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yes, I am happy in the love which your looks and words have expressed to me each time we have met. I love you also. To-morrow, to-morrow, I wish some pledge from you to prove to me that you think of me. And lest you forget me, take this!”
She took a ring from her finger and put on D’Artagnan’s.That evening milady gave orders that when M. d’Artagnan came as usual, he should be immediately admitted. But he did not come.
The next day Kitty went to see the young man again, and related to him all that had passed the evening before. D’Artagnan smiled. Milady’s jealous anger was his revenge.
That evening milady was still more impatient than on the preceding one. She renewed the order relative to the Gascon; but, as before, she expected him in vain.The next morning, when Kitty presented herself at D’Artagnan’s, she was no longer joyous and alert, as she had been on the two preceding days, but, on the contrary, melancholy as death.

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Dirck Bouts paintings
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They entered the public room, and seated themselves at table. A gentleman, who had just arrived by the route of Dammartin, was seated at the same table, and was taking his breakfast.
At the moment Mousqueton came to announce that the horses were ready, and they were rising from the table, the stranger proposed to Porthos to drink the cardinal’s health. Porthos replied that he asked no better, if the stranger in his turn would drink the king’s health. The stranger cried that he acknowledged no other king but his Eminence. Porthos told him he was drunk, and the stranger drew his sword.
“You have committed a piece of folly,” said Athos, “but it can’t be helped; there is no drawing back. Kill your man, and rejoin us as soon as you can.”
And all three mounted their horses and set out at a good pace, while Porthos was promising his adversary to perforate him with all the thrusts known in the fencing schools.

William Bouguereau The Rapture of Psyche painting

William Bouguereau The Rapture of Psyche painting
Howard Behrens Bellagio Promenade painting
coat, not a hair in his tail, but not without wind-galls on his legs, which, though going with his head lower than his knees, rendering a martingale quite unnecessary, contrived, nevertheless. to perform his eight leagues a day.
And this feeling was the more painful to young D’Artagnan—for so was the Don Quixote of this second Rosinante named—because he was conscious himself of the ridiculous appearance he made on such a steed, good horseman as he was. He had sighed deeply, therefore, when accepting the gift of the pony from M. d’Artagnan the elder. He was not ignorant that such a beast was worth at least twenty pounds; and the words which accompanied the gift were above all price.
“My son,” said the old Gascon nobleman, in that pure Béarn patois of which Henry IV was never able to rid himself—“my son, this horse was born in your father’s house about thirteen years ago, and has remained in it ever since, which ought to make you love it. Never sell it—allow it to die tranquilly and honourably of old age; and if you make a campaign with it, take as much care of it as you would of an old servant. At court,

Daniel Ridgway Knight Knight Picking Flowers painting

Daniel Ridgway Knight Knight Picking Flowers painting
William Bouguereau Cupid and Psyche as Children painting
The division seems rather unfair," I remarked. "You have done all the work in this business. I get a wife out of it, Jones gets the credit, pray what remains for you?"
"For me," said Sherlock Holmes, "there still remains the cocaine-bottle." And he stretched his long white hand up for it. One summer night, a few months after my marriage, I was seated by my own hearth smoking a last pipe and nodding over a novel, for my day's work had been an exhausting one. My wife had already gone upstairs, and the sound of the locking of the hall door some time before told me that the servants had also retired. I had risen from my seat and was knocking out the ashes of my pipe when I suddenly heard the clang of the bell.
I looked at the clock. It was a quarter to twelve. This could not be a visitor at so late an hour. A patient evidently, and possibly an all-night sitting. With a wry face I went out into the hall and opened the door. To my astonishment it was Sherlock Holmes who stood upon my step.

Claude Lorrain paintings

Claude Lorrain paintings
Claude Monet paintings
Here you are, you see," said Sherlock Holmes, putting his hand against the
-112-sloping wall. "This is a trapdoor which leads out on to the roof. I can press it back, and here is the roof itself, sloping at a gentle angle. This, then, is the way by which Number One entered. Let us see if we can find some other traces of his individuality?"
He held down the lamp to the floor, and as he did so I saw for the second time that night a startled, surprised look come over his face. For myself, as I followed his gaze, my skin was cold under my clothes. The floor was covered thickly with the prints of a naked foot -- clear, well-defined, perfectly formed, but scarce half the size of those of an ordinary man.
"Holmes," I said in a whisper, "a child has done this horrid thing."
He had recovered his self-possession in an instant.

Jean-Leon Gerome paintings

Jean-Leon Gerome paintings
Lorenzo Lotto paintings
in the endless procession of faces which flitted across these narrow bars of light -- sad faces and glad, haggard and merry. Like all humankind, they flitted from the gloom into the light and so back into the gloom once more. I am not subject to impressions, but the dull, heavy evening, with the strange business upon which we were engaged, combined to make me nervous and depressed. I could see from Miss Morstan's manner that she was suffering from the same feeling. Holmes alone
-99-could rise superior to petty influences. He held his open notebook upon his knee, and from time to time he jotted down figures and memoranda in the light of his pocket-lantern.
At the Lyceum Theatre the crowds were already thick at the side-entrances. In front a continuous stream of hansoms and four-wheelers were rattling up, discharging their cargoes of shirt-fronted men and beshawled, bediamonded women. We

Douglas Hoffman dying swan painting

Douglas Hoffman dying swan painting
Pino day dream painting
Well mayst thou woo, and happy be thy speed!But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words.
PETRUCHIO
Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds,That shake not, though they blow perpetually.
[Re-enter HORTENSIO, with his head broke]
BAPTISTA
How now, my friend! why dost thou look so pale?
HORTENSIO
For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.
BAPTISTA
What, will my daughter prove a good musician?
HORTENSIO
I think she'll sooner prove a soldierIron may hold with her, but never lutes.

Gustav Klimt lady with fan I painting

Gustav Klimt lady with fan I painting
Pino Restfull painting
If it be so, sir, that you are the manMust stead us all and me amongst the rest,And if you break the ice and do this feat,Achieve the elder, set the younger freeFor our access, whose hap shall be to have herWill not so graceless be to be ingrate.
HORTENSIO
Sir, you say well and well you do conceive;And since you do profess to be a suitor,You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman,To whom we all rest generally beholding.
TRANIO
Sir, I shall not be slack: in sign whereof,Please ye we may contrive this afternoon,And quaff carouses to our mistress' health,And do as adversaries do in law,Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
excellent motion! Fellows, let's be gone.
BIONDELLO

HORTENSIO
The motion's good indeed and be it so,Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto.
[Exeunt]

Lord Frederick Leighton Leighton Idyll painting

Lord Frederick Leighton Leighton Idyll painting
Vladimir Volegov Sun Drenched Garden painting
The young fellow seemed pleased at the suggestion, and his dark eyes sparkled with pleasure. "I'll do so," he said; "we've been in the mountains for two months, and are not over and above in visiting condition. He must take us as he finds us."
"He has a good deal to thank you for, and so have I," she answered; "he's awful fond of me. If those cows had jumped on me he'd have never got over it."
"Neither would I," said her companion.
"You! Well, I don't see that it would make much matter to you, anyhow. You ain't even a friend of ours."
The young hunter's dark face grew so gloomy over this remark that Lucy Ferrier laughed aloud.
"There, I didn't mean that," she said; of course, you are a friend now. You must come and see us. Now I must push along, or father won't trust me with his business any more. Good-bye!"
"Good-bye," he answered, raising

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Peter Paul Rubens paintings
Rudolf Ernst paintings
his resolving to follow us. There is a lady, it seems, a Mrs. Younge, who was some time ago governess to Miss Darcy, and was dismissed from her charge on some cause of disapprobation, though he did not say what. She then took a large house in Edward-street, and has since maintained herself by letting lodgings. This Mrs. Younge was, he knew, intimately acquainted with Wickham; and he went to her for intelligence of him as soon as he got to town. But it was two or three days before he could get from her what he wanted. She would not betray her trust, I suppose, without bribery and corruption, for she really did know where her friend was to be found. Wickham indeed had gone to her on their first arrival in London, and had she been able to receive them into her house, they would have taken up their abode with her. At length, however, our kind friend procured the wished-for direction. They were in ---- street. He saw Wickham, and afterwards insisted on seeing Lydia. His first object

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Carl Fredrik Aagard paintings
Caravaggio paintings
``I do not know when I have been more shocked,'' said she. ``Wickham so very bad! It is almost past belief. And poor Mr. Darcy! dear Lizzy, only consider what he must have suffered. Such a disappointment! and with the knowledge of your ill opinion too! and having to relate such a thing of his sister! It is really too distressing. I am sure you must feel it so.''
``Oh! no, my regret and compassion are all done away by seeing you so full of both. I know you will do him such ample justice, that I am growing every moment more unconcerned and indifferent. Your profusion makes me saving; and if you lament over him much longer, my heart will be as light as a feather.''
``Poor Wickham; there is such an expression of goodness in his countenance! such an openness and gentleness in his manner.''
``There certainly was some great mismanagement in the education of those two young men. One has got all the goodness, and the other all the appearance of it.''

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William Merritt Chase paintings
William Blake paintings
unfolded again, and collecting herself as well as she could, she again began the mortifying perusal of all that related to Wickham, and commanded herself so far as to examine the meaning of every sentence. The account of his connection with the Pemberley family was exactly what he had related himself; and the kindness of the late Mr. Darcy, though she had not before known its extent, agreed equally well with his own words. So far each recital confirmed the other; but when she came to the will, the difference was great. What Wickham had said of the living was fresh in her memory, and as she recalled his very words, it was impossible not to feel that there was gross duplicity on one side or the other; and, for a few moments, she flattered herself that her wishes did not err. But when she read, and re-read with the closest attention, the particulars immediately following of Wickham's resigning all pretensions to the living, of his receiving, in lieu, so considerable a sum as three thousand pounds, again was she forced to hesitate. She put down the letter, weighed every circumstance with what she meant to be impartiality

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Pierre Auguste Renoir paintings
Peder Severin Kroyer paintings
``These are home questions -- and perhaps I cannot say that I have experienced many hardships of that nature. But in matters of greater weight, I may suffer from the want of money. Younger sons cannot marry where they like.''
``Unless where they like women of fortune, which I think they very often do.''
``Our habits of expence make us too dependant, and there are not many in my rank of life who can afford to marry without some attention to money.''WHEN they were gone, Elizabeth, as if intending to exasperate herself as much as possible against Mr. Darcy, chose for her employment the examination of all the letters which Jane had written to her since her being in Kent. They contained no actual complaint, nor was there any revival of past occurrences, or any communication of present suffering. But in all, and in almost every line of each, there was a want of that cheerfulness which had been used to characterize her style, and which, proceeding from the serenity of a mind at ease with itself, and kindly disposed towards every one, had been scarcely ever clouded. Elizabeth noticed every sentence conveying the idea of uneasiness with an

Pablo Picasso Family at Saltimbanquesc painting

Pablo Picasso Family at Saltimbanquesc painting
Claude Monet Woman In A Green Dress painting
Well,'' said Charlotte, ``I wish Jane success with all my heart; and if she were married to him to-morrow, I should think she had as good a chance of happiness as if she were to be studying his character for a twelvemonth. Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance. If the dispositions of the parties are ever so well known to each other, or ever so similar before-hand, it does not advance their felicity in the least. They always contrive to grow sufficiently unlike afterwards to have their share of vexation; and it is better to know as little as possible of the defects of the person with whom you are to pass your life.''MR. BENNET'S property consisted almost entirely in an estate of two thousand a year, which, unfortunately for his daughters, was entailed, in default of heirs male, on a distant relation; and their mother's fortune, though ample for her situation in life, could but ill supply the deficiency of his. Her father had been an attorney in Meryton, and had left her four thousand pounds.
She had a sister married to a Mr. Phillips, who had been a clerk to their father, and succeeded him in the business, and a brother settled in London in a respectable line of trade.

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and the liberty of a manor, it was doubtful to many of those who best knew the easiness of his temper, whether he might not spend the remainder of his days at Netherfield, and leave the next generation to purchase.
His sisters were very anxious for his having an estate of his own; but though he was now established only as a tenant, Miss Bingley was by no means unwilling to preside at his table, nor was Mrs. Hurst, who had married a man of more fashion than fortune, less disposed to consider his house as her homeWITHIN a short walk of Longbourn lived a family with whom the Bennets were particularly intimate. Sir William Lucas had been formerly in trade in Meryton, where he had made a tolerable fortune and risen to the honour of knighthood by an address to the King during his mayoralty. The distinction had perhaps been felt too strongly. It had given him a disgust to his business and to his residence in a small market town; and quitting them both, he had removed with his family to a house about a mile from Meryton, denominated from that period Lucas Lodge, where he could think with pleasure of his own importance, and, unshackled by business, occupy himself solely in being civil to all the world. For though elated by his rank, it did not render him supercilious; on the contrary, he was all attention to every body. By nature inoffensive, friendly and obliging, his presentation at St. James's had made him courteous

Frederic Edwin Church Landscape in the Adirondacks painting

Frederic Edwin Church Landscape in the Adirondacks painting
Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida El bano del caballo [The Horse's Bath] painting
Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:Of this discourse we more will hear anon.Egeus, I will overbear your will;For in the temple by and by with usThese couples shall eternally be knit:And, for the morning now is something worn,Our purposed hunting shall be set aside.Away with us to Athens; three and three,We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.Come, Hippolyta.
[Exeunt THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and train]
DEMETRIUS
These things seem small and undistinguishable,
HERMIA
Methinks I see these things with parted eye,When every thing seems double.
HELENA
So methinks:And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,Mine own, and not mine own.
DEMETRIUS
Are you sureThat we are awake? It seems to meThat yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you thinkThe duke was here, and bid us follow him?
HERMIA

Pablo Picasso Two Women Running on the Beach The Race painting

Pablo Picasso Two Women Running on the Beach The Race painting
Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Red Hat painting
Come, my lord, and in our flightTell me how it came this nightThat I sleeping here was foundWith these mortals on the ground.
[Exeunt]
[Horns winded within]
[Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and train]
THESEUS
Go, one of you, find out the forester;For now our observation is perform'd;And since we have the vaward of the day,My love shall hear the music of my hounds.Uncouple in the western valley; let them go:Dispatch, I say, and find the forester.
[Exit an Attendant]
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top,And mark the musical confusionOf hounds and echo in conjunction.
HIPPOLYTA
I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bearWith hounds of Sparta: never did I hearSuch gallant chiding: for, besides the groves,The skies, the fountains, every region nearSeem'd all one mutual cry: I never heardSo musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

David Napoleon at the St. Bernard Pass painting

David Napoleon at the St. Bernard Pass painting
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[ In publishing these short sketches based upon the numerous cases in which my companion's singular gifts have made us the listeners to, and eventually the actors in, some strange drama, it is only natural that I should dwell rather upon his successes than upon his failures. And this not so much for the sake of his reputation -- for, indeed, it was when he was at his wit's end that his energy and his versatility were most admirable -- but because where he failed it happened too often that no one else succeeded, and that the tale was left forever without a conclusion. Now and again, however, it chanced that even when he erred the truth was still discovered. I have notes of some half-dozen cases of the kind, the adventure of the Musgrave Ritual and that which I am about to recount are the two which present the strongest features of interest. ] Sherlock Holmes was a man who seldom took exercise for exercise's sake. Few men were capable of greater muscular effort, and he was undoubtedly one of the finest boxers of his weight that I have ever seen; but he looked upon aimless bodily exertion as a waste of energy, and he seldom bestirred himself save where there was some professional object to be served. Then he was absolutely untiring and indefatigable. That he should have kept himself in training under such circumstances is remarkable, but his diet was usually of the sparest, and his habits were simple to the verge of austerity. Save for the occasional use of cocaine, he had no vices, and he only turned to the drug as a protest against the monotony of existence when cases were scanty and the papers uninteresting.

Stiltz BV Beauty painting

Stiltz BV Beauty painting
Picasso Family at Saltimbanquesc painting
By yonder moon I swear you do me wrong;In faith, I gave it to the judge's clerk:Would he were gelt that had it, for my part,Since you do take it, love, so much at heart.
PORTIA
A quarrel, ho, already! what's the matter?
GRATIANO
About a hoop of gold, a paltry ringThat she did give me, whose posy wasFor all the world like cutler's poetryUpon a knife, 'Love me, and leave me not.'
NERISSA
What talk you of the posy or the value?You swore to me, when I did give it you,That you would wear it till your hour of deathAnd that it should lie with you in your grave:Though not for me, yet for your vehement oaths,You should have been respective and have kept it.Gave it a judge's clerk! no, God's my judge,The clerk will ne'er wear hair on's face that had it.
GRATIANO
He will, an if he live to be a man.
NERISSA
Ay, if a woman live to be a man.
GRATIANO
Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth,A kind of boy, a little scrubbed boy,No higher than thyself; the judge's clerk,A prating boy, that begg'd it as a fee:I could not for my heart deny it him.

Bouguereau Evening Mood painting

Bouguereau Evening Mood painting
Bouguereau The Wave painting
Cabanel The Birth of Venus painting
Knight A Bend in the River painting
Truly then I fear you are damned both by father andmother: thus when I shun Scylla, your father, Ifall into Charybdis, your mother: well, you aregone both ways.
JESSICA
I shall be saved by my husband; he hath made me aChristian.
LAUNCELOT
Truly, the more to blame he: we were Christiansenow before; e'en as many as could well live, one byanother. This making Christians will raise theprice of hogs: if we grow all to be pork-eaters, weshall not shortly have a rasher on the coals for money.
[Enter LORENZO]
JESSICA
I'll tell my husband, Launcelot, what you say: here he comes.
LORENZO
I shall grow jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, ifyou thus get my wife into corners.

Igor V.Babailov paintings

Igor V.Babailov paintings
Juarez Machado paintings
Joan Miro paintings
Jean-Honore Fragonard paintings
the shape of man,So keen and greedy to confound a man:He plies the duke at morning and at night,And doth impeach the freedom of the state,If they deny him justice: twenty merchants,The duke himself, and the magnificoesOf greatest port, have all persuaded with him;But none can drive him from of the time;And for the Jew's bond which he hath of me,Let it not enter in your mind of love:Be merry, and employ your they flatter me:But yet I'll go in hate, to feed uponThe prodigal Christian. Jessica, my girl,Look to my house. I am right loath to go:There is some ill a-brewing towards my rest,For I did dream of moneytaste of tediousness.But fare thee well, there my father's child!But though I am a daughter to his blood,I am not to his manners. O Lorenzo,If thou keep promise, I shall and near bred.Bring me the fairest creature northward born,Where Phoebus' fire scarce thaws the icicles,And let us make incision for your First, forward to the temple: after dinnerYour hazard shall be made.
for fear of the worst, I pray thee, set adeep glass of rhenish wine on the contrary casket,for if the devil be within and that temptationwithout, I know he will choose it. I will do anything, Nerissa, ere I'll

Winslow Homer paintings

Winslow Homer paintings
William Bouguereau paintings
Edward hopper paintings
Mary Cassatt paintings
No more, I pray thee: I am half afeardThou wilt say anon he is some kin to thee,Thou spend'st such high-day wit in praising him.Come, come, Nerissa; for I long to seeQuick Cupid's post that comes so mannerly.
NERISSA Why, yet it lives there uncheck'd that Antonio hatha ship of rich lading wrecked on the narrow seas;the Goodwins, I think they call the place; a verydangerous flat and fatal, where the carcasses of manya tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my gossipReport be an honest woman of her word.
SALANIO
I would she were as lying a gossip in that as everknapped ginger or made her neighbours believe shewept for the death of a third husband. But it istrue, without any slips of prolixity or crossing theplain highway of talk, that the good Antonio, thehonest Antonio, -- O that I had a title good enoughto keep his name company! --

Pierre Auguste Renoir paintings

Pierre Auguste Renoir paintings
Peder Severin Kroyer paintings
Pieter de Hooch paintings
Pietro Perugino paintings
Why, all the boys in Venice follow him,Crying, his stones, his daughter, and his ducats.
SALANIO
Let good Antonio look he keep his day,Or he shall pay for this.
SALARINO
Marry, well remember'd.I reason'd with a Frenchman yesterday,Who told me, in the narrow seas that partThe French and English, there miscarriedA vessel of our country richly fraught:I thought upon Antonio when he told me;And wish'd in silence that it were not his.
SALANIO
You were best to tell Antonio what you hear;Yet do not suddenly, for it may grieve him.
SALARINO
A kinder gentleman treads not the earth.I saw Bassanio and Antonio part:Bassanio told him he would make some speedOf his return: he answer'd, 'Do not so;Slubber not business for my sake, BassanioBut stay the very riping of the time;And for the Jew's bond which he hath of me,Let it not enter in your mind of love:

Cabanel The Birth of Venus painting

Cabanel The Birth of Venus painting
Knight A Bend in the River painting
Sargent Sargent Poppies painting
Leighton The Painter's Honeymoon painting
What says that fool of Hagar's offspring, ha?
JESSICA
His words were 'Farewell mistress;' nothing else.
SHYLOCK
The patch is kind enough, but a huge feeder;Snail-slow in profit, and he sleeps by dayMore than the wild-cat: drones hive not with me;Therefore I part with him, and part with himTo one that would have him help to wasteHis borrow'd purse. Well, Jessica, go in;Perhaps I will return immediately:Do as I bid you; shut doors after you:Fast bind, fast find;A proverb never stale in thrifty mind.
[Exit]
JESSICA
Farewell; and if my fortune be not crost,I have a father, you a daughter, lost.
[Exit]GRATIANO
This is the pent-house under which LorenzoDesired us to make stand.
SALARINO
His hour is almost past.
GRATIANO
And it is marvel he out-dwells his hour,For lovers ever run before the clock.

Ivan Constantinovich Aivazovsky paintings

Ivan Constantinovich Aivazovsky paintings
Il'ya Repin paintings
Igor V.Babailov paintings
Juarez Machado paintings
laying the cane, to thrash the pecan trees, and catch fish in the back lake. She lived with them a whole week long, giving them all of herself, and gathering and filling herself with their young existence. They listened, breathless, when she told them the house in Esplanade Street was crowded with workmen, hammering, nailing, sawing, and filling the place with clatter. They wanted. to know where their bed was; what had been done with their rocking-horse; and where did Joe sleep, and where had Ellen gone, and the cook? But, above all, they were fired with a desire to see the little house around the block. Was there any place to play? Were there any boys next door? Raoul, with pessimistic foreboding, was convinced that there were only girls next door. Where would they sleep, and where would papa sleep? She told them the fairies would fix it all right.
The old Madame was charmed with Edna's visit, and showered all manner of delicate attentions upon her. She was delighted to know that the Esplanade Street house was in a dismantled condition. It
-248-gave her the promise and pretext to keep the children indefinitely.

John Everett Millais paintings

John Everett Millais paintings
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Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres paintings
Mrs. Pontellier was by that time thoroughly awake. She began to cry a little, and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her peignoir. Blowing out the candle, which her husband had left burning, she slipped her bare feet into a pair of satin mules at the foot of the bed and went out on the porch, where she sat down in the wicker chair and began to rock gently to and fro.
It was then past midnight. The cottages were all dark. A single faint light gleamed
-14-out from the hallway of the house. There was no sound abroad except the hooting of an old owl in the top of a water-oak, and the everlasting voice of the sea, that was not uplifted at that soft hour. It broke like a mournful lullaby upon the night.
The tears came so fast to Mrs. Pontellier's eyes that the damp sleeve of her peignoirno longer served to dry them. She was holding the back of her chair with one hand; her loose sleeve had slipped almost to the shoulder of her uplifted arm. Turning, she thrust her face, steaming and wet, into the bend of her arm, and she went on crying there, not caring any longer to dry her face, her eyes, her arms. She could not have told why she was crying. Such experiences as the foregoing were not uncommon in her married life. They seemed never

Jean-Paul Laurens paintings

Jean-Paul Laurens paintings
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Johannes Vermeer paintings
Jacques-Louis David paintings
Mr. Pontellier returned to his wife with the information that Raoul had a high fever and needed looking after. Then he lit a cigar and went and sat near the open door to smoke it.
Mrs. Pontellier was quite sure Raoul had no fever. He had gone to bed perfectly well, she said, and nothing had ailed him all day. Mr. Pontellier was too well acquainted with fever symptoms to be mistaken. He assured her the child was consuming at that moment in the next room.
He reproached his wife with her inattention, her habitual neglect of the children. If it was not a mother's place to look after children, whose on earth was it? He him
-13-self had his hands full with his brokerage business. He could not be in two places at once; making a living for his family on the street, and staying at home to see that no harm befell them. He talked in a monotonous, insistent way.
Mrs. Pontellier sprang out of bed and went into the next room. She soon came back and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning her head down on the pillow. She said nothing, and refused to answer her husband when he questioned her. When his cigar was smoked out he went to bed, and in half a minute he was fast asleep.

Joseph Mallord William Turner paintings

Joseph Mallord William Turner paintings
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Julius LeBlanc Stewart paintings
Jeffrey T.Larson paintings
It was eleven o'clock that night when Mr. Pontellier returned from Klein's hotel. He was in an excellent humor, in high spirits, and very talkative. His entrance awoke his wife, who was in bed and fast asleep when he came in. He talked to her while he undressed, telling her anecdotes and bits of news and gossip that he had gathered during the day. From his trousers pockets he took a fistful of crumpled bank notes and a good deal of silver coin, which he piled on the bureau indiscriminately with keys, knife, handkerchief, and whatever else happened to be in his pockets. She was overcome with sleep, and answered him with little half utterances.
He thought it very discouraging that his wife, who was the sole object of his existence, evinced so little interest in things which concerned him, and valued so little his conversation.
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Mr. Pontellier had forgotten the bonbons and peanuts for the boys. Notwithstanding he loved them very much, and went into the adjoining room where they slept to take a look at them and make sure that they were resting comfortably. The result of his investigation was far from satisfactory. He turned and shifted the youngsters about in bed. One of them began to kick and talk about a basket full of crabs.

Bierstadt Autumn Woods painting

Bierstadt Autumn Woods painting
Knight Knight Picking Flowers painting
Waterhouse Waterhouse Narcissus painting
Sargent Two Women Asleep in a Punt under the Willows painting
Directly Gringoire had seen the turn affairs were taking, and that there was every prospect of the rope, the gallows, and various other disagreeables for the chief actors in this drama, he felt in nowise drawn to take part in it. The truands, with whom he had remained, considering them the best company in Paris — the truands continued to be interested in the gipsy girl. This he judged very natural in people who, like her, had nothing but Charmolue and Torterue to look forward to, and did not caracol in the regions of the imagination as he did astride of Pegasus. He had learned from them that his bride of the broken pitcher had taken refuge in Notre–Dame, and he rejoiced at it. But he was not even tempted to go and visit her there. He sometimes thought of the little goat, but that was the utmost. For the rest, he performed feats of strength

Bouguereau The Virgin with Angels painting

Bouguereau The Virgin with Angels painting
hassam Poppies Isles of Shoals painting
Dancer dance series painting
Bierstadt Among the Sierra Nevada Mountains California painting
screamed, “Help! help! a vampire! a vampire!”
But no one came. Only Djali was awakened and bleating in terror.
“Keep quiet,” panted the priest. Suddenly in her struggles the gipsy’s hand came against something cold and metallic. It was Quasimodo’s whistle. She seized it with a spasm of relief, put it to her lips, and blew with all her remaining strength. The whistle came clear, shrill, piercing.
“What is that?” said the priest. Almost as he spoke he felt himself dragged away by vigorous arms; the cell was dark, he could not distinguish clearly who it was that held him, but he heard teeth gnashing with rage, and there was just sufficient light in the gloom to show him the glitter of a great knife–blade just above his head.

Bierstadt Autumn in America Oneida County New York painting

Bierstadt Autumn in America Oneida County New York painting
Monet The Red Boats, Argenteuil painting
Waterhouse The Lady of Shalott painting
Leighton Leighton Flaming June painting
Have pity!” repeated the unhappy wretch. “Didst thou but know what my love for thee is! ’Tis fire! ’tis molten lead — a thousand daggers in my heart!”
He held her arm fast with a superhuman grip. “Let me go!” she cried wildly, “or I spit in thy face!”
He released her. “Vilify me — strike me — be angry — do what thou wilt; but in mercy, love me!”
She struck him with the fury of a child. She raised her pretty hands to tear his face. “Away, demon!”
“Love me! love me!” pleaded the unhappy priest, coming close to her again and answering her blows by caresses.
Suddenly she felt that he was overpowering her. “There must be an end to this,” said he, grinding his teeth.
She was vanquished, panting, broken, in his arms, at his mercy. She felt a lascivious hand groping over her, and making one supreme effort she screamed, “Help! help! a vampire! a vampire!”

The Virgin with Angels

Bouguereau The Virgin with Angels
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