Rembrandt Biblical Scene

Rembrandt Biblical Scene
Rembrandt The Jewish Bride
Return of the Prodigal Son
Samson And Delilah
¡¡¡¡'Well, then, he shall! I thought he looked as if he did!' returned Miss Mowcher, waddling up to me, bag in hand, and laughing on me as she came. 'Face like a peach!' standing on tiptoe to pinch my cheek as I sat. 'Quite tempting! I'm very fond of peaches. Happy to make your acquaintance, Mr. Copperfield, I'm sure.' ¡¡¡¡I said that I congratulated myself on having the honour to make hers, and that the happiness was mutual. ¡¡¡¡'Oh, my goodness, how polite we are!' exclaimed Miss Mowcher, making a preposterous attempt to cover her large face with her morsel of a hand. 'What a world of gammon and spinnage it is, though, ain't it!' ¡¡¡¡This was addressed confidentially to both of us, as the morsel of a hand came away from the face, and buried itself, arm and all, in the
oil painting bag again. ¡¡¡¡'What do you mean, Miss Mowcher?' said Steerforth. ¡¡¡¡'Ha! ha! ha! What a refreshing set of humbugs we are, to be sure, ain't we, my sweet child?' replied that morsel of a woman, feeling in the bag with her head on one side and her eye in the air. 'Look here!' taking something out. 'Scraps of the Russian Prince's nails. Prince Alphabet turned topsy-turvy, I call him, for his name's got all the letters in it, higgledy-piggledy.' ¡¡¡¡'The Russian Prince is a client of yours, is he?' said Steerforth. ¡¡¡¡'I believe you, my pet,' replied Miss Mowcher. 'I keep his nails in order for him. Twice a week! Fingers and toes.'