leonardo da vinci mona lisa

leonardo da vinci mona lisa
leonardo da vinci painting
leonardo da vinci the last supper
mona lisa painting
Elinor's thoughts were full of what might be passing in Berkeley Street during their absence; but a moment's glance at her sister, when they returned, was enough to inform her that Willoughby had paid no second visit there. A note was just then brought in, and laid on the table, 　　 "For me!" cried Marianne, stepping hastily forward. 　　 "No, ma'am, for my mistress." 　　
oil paintingBut Marianne, not convinced, took it instantly up. 　　 "It is, indeed, for Mrs. Jennings; how provoking!" 　　 "You are expecting for letter, then?" said Elinor, unable to be longer silent. 　　 "Yes, a little- not much." 　　 After a short pause. "You have no confidence in me, Marianne." 　　 "Nay, Elinor this reproach from you- you who have confidence in no one!" 　　 "Me!" returned Elinor, in some confusion; "indeed, Marianne, I have nothing to tell." 　　 "Nor I," answered Marianne with energy; "our situations then are alike. We have neither of us any thing to tell; you, because you communicate, and I, because I conceal nothing."