leonardo da vinci the last supper

leonardo da vinci the last supper
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together on matters of daily human experience. She was nearer to him than any other woman he had ever met, and he could scarcely believe that time, creed, or absence, would ever divide him from her. ¡¡¡¡ But his grief at her incredulities returned. They sat on till she fell asleep again, and he nodded in his chair likewise. Whenever he aroused himself he turned her things, and made up the fire anew. About six o'clock he awoke completely, and lighting a candle, found that her clothes were dry. Her chair being a far more comfortable one than his she still slept on inside his great-coat, looking warm as a new bun and boyish as a Ganymede. Placing the garments by her and touching her on the shoulder he went downstairs, and washed himself by starlight in the yard. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡ V ¡¡¡¡ WHEN he returned she was dressed as usual. ¡¡¡¡ "Now could I get out without anybody seeing me?" she asked. "The town is not yet
oil paintingastir." ¡¡¡¡ "But you have had no breakfast." ¡¡¡¡ "Oh, I don't want any! I fear I ought not to have run away from that school! Things seem so different in the cold light of morning, don't they? What Mr. Phillotson will say I don't know! It was quite by his wish that I went there. He is the only man in the world for whom I have any respect or fear. I hope he'll forgive me; but he'll scold me dreadfully, I expect!"