american landscape painting

american landscape painting
english landscape painting
impressionist landscape painting
modern landscape painting
　　 Later in the morning, and just as the girls were going to separate in preparation for the regular four o'clock dinner, the hero of this inimitable charade walked in again. Harriet turned away; but Emma could receive him with the usual smile, and her quick eye soon discerned in his the consciousness of having made a push--of having thrown a die; and she imagined he was come to see how it might turn up. His ostensible reason, however, was to ask
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whether Mr. Woodhouse's party could be made up in the evening without him, or whether he should be in the smallest degree necessary at Hartfield. If he were, every thing else must give way; but otherwise his friend Cole had been saying so much about his dining with him--had made such a point of it, that he had promised him conditionally to come. 　　 Emma thanked him, but could not allow of his disappointing his friend on their account; her father was sure of his rubber. He re-urged --she re-declined; and he seemed then about to make his bow, when taking the paper from the table, she returned it--