leonardo da vinci last supper painting

leonardo da vinci last supper painting
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leonardo da vinci the last supper
lets me chatter on, so good-humouredly. She knows I would not offend for the world. How does Miss Smith do? She seems quite recovered now. Have you heard from Mrs. John Knightley lately? Oh! those dear little children. Jane, do you know I always fancy Mr. Dixon like Mr. John Knightley. I mean in person--tall, and with that sort of look--and not very talkative." 　　 "Quite wrong, my dear aunt; there is no likeness at all." 　　 "Very odd! but
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one never does form a just idea of any body beforehand. One takes up a notion, and runs away with it. Mr. Dixon, you say, is not, strictly speaking, handsome?" 　　 "Handsome! Oh! no--far from it--certainly plain. I told you he was plain." 　　 "My dear, you said that Miss Campbell would not allow him to be plain, and that you yourself--" 　　 "Oh! as for me, my judgment is worth nothing. Where I have a regard, I always think a person well-looking. But I gave what I believed the general opinion, when I called him plain."