the night watch by rembrandt

the night watch by rembrandt
the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
'You're first of the lot, Mas'r Davy!' said Mr. Peggotty with a happy face. 'Doen't keep in that coat, sir, if it's wet.' ¡¡¡¡'Thank you, Mr. Peggotty,' said I, giving him my outer coat to hang up. 'It's quite dry.' ¡¡¡¡'So 'tis!' said Mr. Peggotty, feeling my shoulders. 'As a chip! Sit ye down, sir. It ain't o' no use saying welcome to you, but you're welcome, kind and hearty.' ¡¡¡¡'Thank you, Mr. Peggotty, I am sure of that. Well, Peggotty!' said I, giving her a kiss. 'And how are you, old woman?' ¡¡¡¡'Ha, ha!' laughed Mr. Peggotty, sitting down beside us, and rubbing his hands in his sense of relief from recent trouble, and in the genuine heartiness
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of his nature; 'there's not a woman in the wureld, sir - as I tell her - that need to feel more easy in her mind than her! She done her dooty by the departed, and the departed know'd it; and the departed done what was right by her, as she done what was right by the departed; - and - and - and it's all right!' ¡¡¡¡Mrs. Gummidge groaned. ¡¡¡¡'Cheer up, my pritty mawther!' said Mr. Peggotty. (But he shook his head aside at us, evidently sensible of the tendency of the late occurrences to recall the memory of the old one.) 'Doen't be down! Cheer up, for your own self, on'y a little bit, and see if a good deal more doen't come nat'ral!' ¡¡¡¡'Not to me, Dan'l,' returned Mrs. Gummidge. 'Nothink's nat'ral to me but to be lone and lorn.'

the night watch by rembrandt

The Jewel Casket
The Kitchen Maid
The Lady of Shalott
the night watch by rembrandt
the Night Watch
The next morning brought Elinor a letter by the two-penny post from Lucy herself. It was as follows:- 　　　　 "Bartlett's Building, March. 　　 "I hope my dear Miss Dashwood will excuse the liberty I take of writing to her; but I know your friendship for me will make you pleased to hear such a good account of myself and my dear Edward, after all the troubles we have went through lately, therefore will make no more apologies, but proceed to say that, thank God! though we have suffered dreadfully, we are both quite well now, and as happy as we must always be in one another's love. We have had great trials, and great persecutions,
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but, however, at the same time, gratefully acknowledge many friends, yourself not the least among them, whose great kindness I shall always thankfully remember, as will Edward too, who I have told of it. I am sure you will be glad to hear, as likewise dear Mrs. Jennings, I spent two happy hours with him yesterday afternoon: he would not hear of our parting, though earnestly did I, as I thought my duty required, urge him to it for prudence sake, and would

the night watch by rembrandt

the night watch by rembrandt
the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
¡¡¡¡ "Juey," said Sue suddenly, "go down to the station platform with this tray--there's another train coming in, I think." ¡¡¡¡ When he was gone Arabella continued: "He'll never be a beauty, will he, poor chap! Does he know I am his mother really?" ¡¡¡¡ "No. He thinks there is some mystery about his parentage--that's all. Jude is going to tell him when he is a little older." ¡¡¡¡ "But how do you come to be doing this? I am surprised." ¡¡¡¡ "It is only a temporary occupation--a fancy of ours while we are in a difficulty." ¡¡¡¡ "Then you are living with him still?" ¡¡¡¡ "Yes." ¡¡¡¡ "Married?" ¡¡¡¡ "Of course." ¡¡¡¡ "Any children?" ¡¡¡¡ "Two." ¡¡¡¡ "And another coming soon, I see." ¡¡¡¡ Sue writhed under the hard and direct questioning, and her tender little mouth began t
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the night watch by rembrandt

the night watch by rembrandt
the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
Good God! what is the matter?" cried he, with more feeling than politeness; then recollecting himself, "I will not detain you a minute, but let me, or let the servant, go after Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner. You are not well enough; -- you cannot go yourself." ¡¡¡¡Elizabeth hesitated, but her knees trembled under her, and she felt how little would be gained by her attempting to pursue them. Calling back the servant, therefore, she commissioned him, though in so breathless an accent as made her almost unintelligible, to fetch his master and mistress home instantly. ¡¡¡¡On his quitting the room, she sat down, unable to support herself, and looking so miserably ill that it was impossible for Darcy to leave her, or to refrain from saying, in a tone of gentleness and commiseration, "Let me call your maid. Is there nothing you could take, to give you present relief? -- A glass of wine; -- shall I get you one? -- You are very ill." ¡¡¡¡"No, I thank you;" she replied, endeavouring to recover herself. "There is nothing the matter with me. I am quite well. I am only distressed by some dreadful news which I have just received from Longbourn." ¡¡¡¡She burst into tears as she alluded to it, and for a few minutes could not speak another word. Darcy, in wretched suspense, could only say something indistinctly of his concern, and observe her in compassionate silence. At length, she spoke again. "I have just had a letter from Jane, with such dreadful news. It cannot be concealed from any one. My youngest sister has left all her friends -- has eloped;

the night watch by rembrandt

the night watch by rembrandt
The Jewel Casket
The Kitchen Maid
¡¡¡¡ The cathedral bell close at hand was sounding for five o'clock service. ¡¡¡¡ "I should not mind having a spin there with a fellow's arm round my waist," she said to one of the men. "But Lord, I must be getting home again-- there's a lot to do. No dancing for me!" ¡¡¡¡ When she reached home she was met at the door by Stagg, and one or two other of Jude's fellow stoneworkers. "We are just going down to the river," said the former, "to see the boat-bumping. But we've called round on our way to ask how your husband is." ¡¡¡¡ "He's sleeping nicely, thank you," said Arabella. ¡¡¡¡ "That's right. Well now, can't you give yourself half an hour's relaxation, Mrs. Fawley, and come along with us? 'Twould do you good." ¡¡¡¡ "I should like to go," said she. "I've never seen the boat-racing, and I hear it is good fun." ¡¡¡¡ "Come along!" ¡¡¡¡ "How I WISH I could!" She looked longingly down the street. "Wait a minute, then. I'll just run up and see how he is now. Father is with him, I believe; so I can most likely come."