the night watch by rembrandt

the night watch by rembrandt
the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
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¡¡¡¡`Don't use such dreadful expressions,' said Meg, from the depths of the veil in which she had shrouded herself like a nun sick of the world. ¡¡¡¡`I like good strong words that mean something,' replied Jo, catching her hat as it took a leap off her head, preparatory to flying away altogether. ¡¡¡¡`Call yourself any names you like; but I am neither a rascal nor a wretch, and I don't choose to be called so.' ¡¡¡¡`You're a blighted being, and decidedly cross today, because
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you can't sit in the lap of luxury all the time. Poor dear, just wait till I make my fortune, and you shall revel in carriage and ice-cream and high-heeled slippers and posies carriages and red-headed boys to chat with.' ¡¡¡¡`How ridiculous you are, Jo!' but Meg laughed at the nonsense, and felt better in spite of herself. ¡¡¡¡`Lucky for you I am; for if I put on crushed airs, and tried to be dismal, as you do, we should be in a nice state. Thank goodness, I can always find something funny to keep me up. Don't croak any more but come home jolly, there's a dear.'