leonardo da vinci last supper painting

leonardo da vinci last supper painting
leonardo da vinci mona lisa
leonardo da vinci painting
As they had overdone the grasp of hands some time sooner, she touched his fingers but lightly when he went out now. He had hardly gone from the door when, with a dissatisfied look, she jumped on a form and opened the iron casement of a window beneath which he was passing in the path without. "When do you leave here to catch your train, Jude?" she asked. ¡¡¡¡ He looked up in some surprise. "The coach that runs to meet it goes in three-quarters of an hour or so." ¡¡¡¡ "What will you do with yourself for the time?" ¡¡¡¡ "Oh--wander about, I suppose. Perhaps I shall go and sit in the old church." ¡¡¡¡ "It does seem hard of me to pack you oil painting
　off so! You have thought enough of churches, Heaven knows, without going into one in the dark. Stay there." ¡¡¡¡ "Where?" ¡¡¡¡ "Where you are. I can talk to you better like this than when you were inside.... It was so kind and tender of you to give up half a day's work to come to see me! ... You are Joseph the dreamer of dreams, dear Jude. And a tragic Don Quixote. And sometimes you are St. Stephen, who, while they were stoning him, could see Heaven opened. Oh, my poor friend and comrade, you'll suffer yet!" ¡¡¡¡ Now that the high window-sill was between them, so that he could not get at her, she seemed not to mind indulging in a frankness she had feared at close quarters