picture of the last supper

picture of the last supper
leonardo da vinci last supper painting
leonardo da vinci mona lisa
want to tell you something--two things," he said hurriedly as the train came up. "One is a warm one, the other a cold one!" ¡¡¡¡ "Jude," she said. "I know one of them. And you mustn't!" ¡¡¡¡ "What?" ¡¡¡¡ "You mustn't love me. You are to like me--that's all!" ¡¡¡¡ Jude's face became so full of complicated glooms that hers was agitated in sympathy as she bade him adieu through the carriage window. And then the train moved on, and waving her pretty hand to him she vanished away. ¡¡¡¡ Melchester was a dismal place enough for Jude that Sunday of her departure, and the Close so hateful that he did not go once to the cathedral
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　 services. The next morning there came a letter from her, which, with her usual promptitude, she had written directly she had reached her friend's house. She told him of her safe arrival and comfortable quarters, and then added:-- ¡¡¡¡ What I really write about, dear Jude, is something I said to you at parting. You had been so very good and kind to me that when you were out of sight I felt what a cruel and ungrateful woman I was to say it, and it has reproached me ever since. IF YOU WANT TO LOVE ME, JUDE, YOU MAY: I don't mind at all; and I'll never say again that you mustn't!