Vincent van Gogh Couple in the Park,Arles

Vincent van Gogh Couple in the Park,ArlesLeonardo da Vinci Portrait of Ginevra de BenciLeonardo da Vinci Portrait Of A Young Lady
good, sir," said the chauffeur.
A minute later the car came to a silent halt outside a public library. The old man held open the door on his side, so that Lyra had to climb past his knees to get out. There was a lot of space, but somehow it was awkward, and she
Will was reading his father's letters again. He sat on the terrace hearing the distant shouts of children diving off the harbor mouth, and read the clear handthe flimsy airmail sheets, trying to picture the man who'd penned it, and looking again and again at the reference to the baby, to himself.
He heard Lyra's running footsteps from some way off. He didn't want to touch him, nice as he was."Don't forget your rucksack," he said, handing it to her."Thank you," she said."I'll see you again, I hope, Lizzie," he said. "Give my regards to your friend.""Good-bye," she said, and lingered on the pavement till the car had turned the corner and gone out of sight before she set off toward the hornbeam trees. She had a feeling about that pale-haired man, and she wanted to ask the alethiometer.