picture of the last supper

picture of the last supper
leonardo da vinci last supper painting
leonardo da vinci mona lisa
leonardo da vinci painting
"We keep to ourselves,"said Mrs Boynton.She began to wind up her ball ofwool."By the way,Raymond,who was that young woman who spoke to you just now?" Raymond started nervously.He flushed,then went white. "I -I don't know her name.She -she was on the train the other night." Mrs Boynton began slowly to try to heave herself out of her chair. "I don't think we"ll have much to do with her,"she said. Nadine rose and assisted the old woman to struggle out of her chair.She didit with a professional deftness that attracted Gerard's attention. "Bedtime,"said Mrs Boynton."Good night,Mr cope." ;Good night,Mrs Boynton
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.Good night,Mrs Lennox." They went off -a little procession.It did not seem to occur to any of theyounger members of the party to stay behind. Mr Cope was left looking after them.The expression on his face was an oddone. As Dr Gerard knew by experience,Americans are disposed to be a friendlyrace.They have not the uneasy suspicion of the travelling Briton.To a man of DrGerard's tact making the acquaintance of Mr Cope presented few difficulties.TheAmerican was lonely and was,like most of his race,disposed to friendliness.DrGerard's card-case was again to the fore. Reading the name on it,Mr Jefferson cope was duly impressed. "Why,surely,Dr Gerard,you were over in the States not very long ago?" "Last autumn.I was lecturing at Harvard."