Naiade oil painting

Naiade oil painting
madonna with the yarnwinder painting
Mother and Child
My Sweet Rose painting
My brave wife," returned Defarge, standing before her with his head a little bent, and his hands clasped at his back, like a docile and attentive pupil before his catechist, "I do not question all this. But it has lasted a long time, and it is possible- you know well, my wife, it is possible- that it may not come, during our lives." ¡¡¡¡"Eh well! How then?" demanded madame, tying another knot, as if there were another enemy strangled. ¡¡¡¡"Well!" said Defarge, with a half complaining and half apologetic shrug. "We shall not see the triumph." ¡¡¡¡"We shall have helped it," returned madame, with her extended hand in strong action. "Nothing that we do, is done in vain. I believe, with all my soul, that we shall see the triumph. But even if not, even if I knew certainly not, show me the neck of an aristocrat and tyrant, and still I would--" ¡¡¡¡Then madame, with her teeth set, tied a very terrible knot indeed. ¡¡¡¡"Hold!" cried Defarge, reddening a little as if he felt charged with cowardice; "I too, my dear, will stop at nothing." ¡¡¡¡"Yes! But it is your weakness that you sometimes need to see your victim and your opportunity, to sustain you. Sustain yourself without that. When the time comes, let loose a tiger and a devil; but wait for the time with the tiger and the devil chained- not shown- yet always ready." ¡¡¡¡Madame enforced the conclusion of this piece of advice by striking her little counter with her chain of money as if she knocked its brains out, and then gathering the heavy handkerchief under her arm in a serene manner, and observing that it was time to go to bed.