John Singer Sargent paintings

John Singer Sargent paintings
Jean-Leon Gerome paintings
Lorenzo Lotto paintings
Louis Aston Knight paintings
Alack, it is so. I am his son."
A black frown settled down upon the hermit's face, and he clenched his bony hands with a vindictive energy. He stood a few moments, breathing fast and swallowing repeatedly, then said in a husky voice:
"Dost know it was he that turned us out into the world houseless and homeless?"
There was no response. The old man bent down and scanned the boy's reposeful face and listened to his placid breathing. "He sleeps-sleeps soundly"; and the frown vanished away and gave place to an expression of evil satisfaction. A smile flitted across the dreaming boy's features. The hermit muttered, "So-his heart is happy"; and he turned away. He went stealthily about the place, seeking here and there for something; now and then halting to listen, now and then jerking his head around and casting a quick glance toward the bed; and always muttering, always mumbling to himself. At last he found what he seemed to want-a rusty old butcher-knife and a whetstone. Then he crept to his place by the fire, sat himself