canvas painting

canvas painting
animal painting
painting in oil
¡¡¡¡ "She was--in this room. They were living here at that time. What made 'ee ask that?" ¡¡¡¡ "Oh--I wanted to know." ¡¡¡¡ "Now you've been seeing her!" said the harsh old woman. "And what did I tell 'ee?" ¡¡¡¡ "Well--that I was not to see her." ¡¡¡¡ "Have you gossiped with her?" ¡¡¡¡ "Yes." ¡¡¡¡ "Then don't keep it up. She was brought up by her father to hate her mother's family; and she'll look with no favour upon a working chap like you--a townish girl as she's become by now. I never ca
oil paintingred much about her. A pert little thing, that's what she was too often, with her tight-strained nerves. Many's the time I've smacked her for her impertinence. Why, one day when she was walking into the pond with her shoes and stockings off, and her petticoats pulled above her knees, afore I could cry out for shame, she said: 'Move on, Aunty! This is no sight for modest eyes!'" ¡¡¡¡ "She was a little child then." ¡¡¡¡ "She was twelve if a day." ¡¡¡¡ "Well--of course. But now she's older she's of a thoughtful, quivering, tender nature, and as sensitive as--" ¡¡¡¡ "Jude!" cried his aunt, springing up in bed. "Don't you be a fool about her!" ¡¡¡¡ "No, no, of course not."