the last supper painting

the last supper painting
picture of the last supper
leonardo da vinci last supper painting
didn't you tell me before!" ¡¡¡¡ "I couldn't. It seemed so cruel to tell it." ¡¡¡¡ "To yourself, Jude. So it was better to be cruel to me!" ¡¡¡¡ "No, dear darling!" cried Jude passionately. He tried to take her hand, but she withdrew it. Their old relations of confidence seemed suddenly to have ended, and the antagonisms of sex to sex were left without any counter-poising predilections. She was his comrade, friend, unconscious sweetheart no longer; and her eyes regarded him in estranged silence. ¡¡¡¡ "I was ashamed of the episode in my life which brought about the marriage," he continued. "I can't explain it precisely now. I could have done it if you had taken it differently!" ¡¡¡¡ "But how can I?" she burst out. "Here I have been saying, or writing, that--that you might love me, or something
oil paintingof the sort!-- just out of charity--and all the time--oh, it is perfectly damnable how things are!" she said, stamping her foot in a nervous quiver. ¡¡¡¡ "You take me wrong, Sue! I never thought you cared for me at all, till quite lately; so I felt it did not matter! Do you care for me, Sue?--you know how I mean?--I don't like 'out of charity' at all!" ¡¡¡¡ It was a question which in the circumstances Sue did not choose to answer. ¡¡¡¡ "I suppose she--your wife--is--a very pretty woman even if she's wicked?" she asked quickly. ¡¡¡¡ "She's pretty enough, as far as that goes." ¡¡¡¡ "Prettier than I am, no doubt!" ¡¡¡¡ "You are not the least alike. And I have never seen her for years.... But she's sure to come back--they always do!"