the night watch by rembrandt

the night watch by rembrandt
the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
¡¡¡¡"Bust me, if she ain't at it agin!" ¡¡¡¡A woman of orderly and industrious appearance rose from her knees in a corner, with sufficient haste and trepidation to show that she was the person referred to. ¡¡¡¡"What!" said Mr. Cruncher, looking out of bed for a boot. "You're at it agin, are you?" ¡¡¡¡After hailing the morn with this second salutation, he threw a boot at the woman as a third. It was a very muddy boot, and may introduce the odd circumstance connected with Mr. Cruncher's domestic economy, that, whereas he often came home after banking hours with clean boots, he often got up next morning to find the same boots covered with clay. ¡¡¡¡"What," said Mr. Cruncher, varying his apostrophe after missing his mark- "what are you up to, Aggerawayter?" ¡¡¡¡"I was only saying my prayers." ¡¡¡¡"Saying your prayers! You're a nice woman! What do you mean by flopping yourself down and praying agin me?" ¡¡¡¡"I was not praying against you; I was praying for you." ¡¡¡¡"You weren't. And if you were, I won't be took the liberty with. Here! your mother's a nice woman, young Jerry, going a praying agin your father's prosperity. You've got a dutiful mother, you have, my son. You've got a religious mother, you have, my boy: going and flopping herself down, and praying that the bread-and-butter may be snatched out of the mouth of her only child."