Charity painting
Christ In The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee
Dance Me to the End of Love
Evening Mood painting
I'm through! Now, Miss Jo, I'll settle you, and get in first,' cried the young gentleman, swinging his mallet for another blow. ¡¡¡¡`You pushed it! I saw you; it's my turn now,' said Jo, sharply. ¡¡¡¡`Upon my word, I didn't move it; it rolled a bit, perhaps, but that is allowed; so stand off, please, and let me have a go at the stake.' ¡¡¡¡`We don't cheat in America, but you can, if you choose, said Jo, angrily. ¡¡¡¡`Yankees are a deal the most tricky, everybody
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knows. There you go!' returned Fred, croqueting her ball far away. ¡¡¡¡Jo opened her lips to say something rude, but checked herself in time, coloured up to her forehead, and stood a minute hammering down a wicket with all her might, while Fred hit the stake, and declared himself out with much exultation. She went off to get her ball, and was a long time finding it among the bushes; but she came back, looking cool and quiet, and waited her turn patiently. It took several strokes to regain the place she had lost; and, when she got there, the other side had nearly won, for Kate's ball was the last but one, and lay near the stake.
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Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Charity painting
Charity painting
Christ In The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee
Dance Me to the End of Love
Evening Mood painting
Welcome to Camp Laurence!' said the young host, as they landed, with exclamations of delight. ¡¡¡¡`Brooke is commander-in-chief; I am commissary-general; the other fellows are staff-officers; and you, ladies, are company. The tent is for your especial benefit, and that oak is your drawing room; this is the messroom, and the third is the camp-kitchen. Now, let's have a game before it gets hot, and then we'll see about dinner.' ¡¡¡¡Frank, Beth, Amy, and Grace sat down to watch the game played by the other eight. Mr. Brooke chose Meg, Kate, and Fred; Laurie took Sallie, Jo,
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and Ned. The Englishers played well; but the Americans played better, and contested every inch of the ground as strongly as if the spirit of '76 inspired them. Jo and Fred had several skirmishes, and once narrowly escaped high words. Jo was through the last wicket, and had missed the stroke, which failure ruffled her a good deal. Fred was close behind her, and his turn came before hers; he gave a stroke, his ball hit the wicket, and stopped an inch on the wrong side. No one was very near; and running up to examine, he gave it a sly nudge with his toe, which put it just an inch on the right side.
Christ In The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee
Dance Me to the End of Love
Evening Mood painting
Welcome to Camp Laurence!' said the young host, as they landed, with exclamations of delight. ¡¡¡¡`Brooke is commander-in-chief; I am commissary-general; the other fellows are staff-officers; and you, ladies, are company. The tent is for your especial benefit, and that oak is your drawing room; this is the messroom, and the third is the camp-kitchen. Now, let's have a game before it gets hot, and then we'll see about dinner.' ¡¡¡¡Frank, Beth, Amy, and Grace sat down to watch the game played by the other eight. Mr. Brooke chose Meg, Kate, and Fred; Laurie took Sallie, Jo,
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and Ned. The Englishers played well; but the Americans played better, and contested every inch of the ground as strongly as if the spirit of '76 inspired them. Jo and Fred had several skirmishes, and once narrowly escaped high words. Jo was through the last wicket, and had missed the stroke, which failure ruffled her a good deal. Fred was close behind her, and his turn came before hers; he gave a stroke, his ball hit the wicket, and stopped an inch on the wrong side. No one was very near; and running up to examine, he gave it a sly nudge with his toe, which put it just an inch on the right side.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Charity painting
Charity painting
Christ In The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee
Dance Me to the End of Love
Evening Mood painting
¡¡¡¡`Well - I guess - I will,' said Amy, slowly. ¡¡¡¡`Good girl! Call Meg, and tell her you'll give in,' said Laurie, with an approving pat, which annoyed Amy more than the `giving in'. ¡¡¡¡Meg and Jo came running down to behold the miracle which had been wrought and Amy, feeling very precious and self-sacrificing, promised to go, if the doctor said Beth was going to be ill. ¡¡¡¡`How is the little dear?' asked Laurie; for Beth was his especial pet, and he felt more
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anxious about her than he liked to show. ¡¡¡¡`She is lying down on Mother's bed, and feels better. The baby's death troubled her, but I dare say she has only got cold. Hannah says she thinks so; but she looks worried, and that makes me fidgety,' answered Meg. ¡¡¡¡`What a trying world it is!' said Jo, rumpling up her hair in a fretful sort of way. `No sooner do we get out of one trouble than down comes another. There doesn't seem to be anything to hold on to when Mother's gone; so I'm all at sea.'
Christ In The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee
Dance Me to the End of Love
Evening Mood painting
¡¡¡¡`Well - I guess - I will,' said Amy, slowly. ¡¡¡¡`Good girl! Call Meg, and tell her you'll give in,' said Laurie, with an approving pat, which annoyed Amy more than the `giving in'. ¡¡¡¡Meg and Jo came running down to behold the miracle which had been wrought and Amy, feeling very precious and self-sacrificing, promised to go, if the doctor said Beth was going to be ill. ¡¡¡¡`How is the little dear?' asked Laurie; for Beth was his especial pet, and he felt more
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anxious about her than he liked to show. ¡¡¡¡`She is lying down on Mother's bed, and feels better. The baby's death troubled her, but I dare say she has only got cold. Hannah says she thinks so; but she looks worried, and that makes me fidgety,' answered Meg. ¡¡¡¡`What a trying world it is!' said Jo, rumpling up her hair in a fretful sort of way. `No sooner do we get out of one trouble than down comes another. There doesn't seem to be anything to hold on to when Mother's gone; so I'm all at sea.'
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Charity painting
Charity painting
Christ In The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee
Dance Me to the End of Love
Evening Mood painting
"How should I know? He certainly talked aboutbeing there. Yes, now I remember. He was expected. Several people remarked on his absence.Thought he might have had a chill or something. Very treacherous weather." He was about to revert to his criticisms of his fellow scholars butArchdeacon Simmons rang off.
He had got a fact but it was a fact that for thefirst time awoke in him an uneasy feeling. Canon Pennyfather had not been at the LucerneConference. He had meant to go to that conference. It seemed very
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extraordinary to theArchdeacon that he had not been there. He might, of course, have taken the wrong plane,though on the whole B.E.A. were pretty careful of you and shepherded you away from suchpossibilities. Could Canon Pennyfather have forgotten the actual day that he was going tothe conference? It was always possible, he supposed. But if so where had he gone instead?
He addressed himself now to the air terminal. Itinvolved a great deal of patient waiting and being transferred from department todepartment. In the end he got a definite fact. Canon Pennyfather had booked as a passengeron the 21.40 plane to Lucerne on the 18th but he had not been on the plane.
Christ In The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee
Dance Me to the End of Love
Evening Mood painting
"How should I know? He certainly talked aboutbeing there. Yes, now I remember. He was expected. Several people remarked on his absence.Thought he might have had a chill or something. Very treacherous weather." He was about to revert to his criticisms of his fellow scholars butArchdeacon Simmons rang off.
He had got a fact but it was a fact that for thefirst time awoke in him an uneasy feeling. Canon Pennyfather had not been at the LucerneConference. He had meant to go to that conference. It seemed very
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extraordinary to theArchdeacon that he had not been there. He might, of course, have taken the wrong plane,though on the whole B.E.A. were pretty careful of you and shepherded you away from suchpossibilities. Could Canon Pennyfather have forgotten the actual day that he was going tothe conference? It was always possible, he supposed. But if so where had he gone instead?
He addressed himself now to the air terminal. Itinvolved a great deal of patient waiting and being transferred from department todepartment. In the end he got a definite fact. Canon Pennyfather had booked as a passengeron the 21.40 plane to Lucerne on the 18th but he had not been on the plane.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Charity painting
Charity painting
Christ In The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee
Dance Me to the End of Love
Evening Mood painting
He affected to think of her quite in a family way, since there were crushing reasons why he should not and could not think of her in any other. ¡¡¡¡ The first reason was that he was married, and it would be wrong. The second was that they were cousins. It was not well for cousins to fall in love even when circumstances seemed to favour the passion. The third: even were he free, in a family like his own where marriage usually meant a tragic sadness, marriage with a blood-relation would duplicate the adverse conditions, and a tragic sadness might be intensified to a tragic horror. ¡¡¡¡ Therefore, again, he would have to think of Sue
oil paintingwith only a relation's mutual interest in one belonging to him; regard her in a practical way as some one to be proud of; to talk and nod to; later on, to be invited to tea by, the emotion spent on her being rigorously that of a kinsman and well-wisher. So would she be to him a kindly star, an elevating power, a companion in Anglican worship, a tender friend ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡ III ¡¡¡¡ BUT under the various deterrent influences Jude's instinct was to approach her timidly, and the next Sunday he went to the morning service in the Cathedral church of Cardinal College to gain a further view of her, for he had found that she frequently attended there.
Christ In The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee
Dance Me to the End of Love
Evening Mood painting
He affected to think of her quite in a family way, since there were crushing reasons why he should not and could not think of her in any other. ¡¡¡¡ The first reason was that he was married, and it would be wrong. The second was that they were cousins. It was not well for cousins to fall in love even when circumstances seemed to favour the passion. The third: even were he free, in a family like his own where marriage usually meant a tragic sadness, marriage with a blood-relation would duplicate the adverse conditions, and a tragic sadness might be intensified to a tragic horror. ¡¡¡¡ Therefore, again, he would have to think of Sue
oil paintingwith only a relation's mutual interest in one belonging to him; regard her in a practical way as some one to be proud of; to talk and nod to; later on, to be invited to tea by, the emotion spent on her being rigorously that of a kinsman and well-wisher. So would she be to him a kindly star, an elevating power, a companion in Anglican worship, a tender friend ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡ III ¡¡¡¡ BUT under the various deterrent influences Jude's instinct was to approach her timidly, and the next Sunday he went to the morning service in the Cathedral church of Cardinal College to gain a further view of her, for he had found that she frequently attended there.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Charity painting
Charity painting
Christ In The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee
Dance Me to the End of Love
Evening Mood painting
Our old neighbours, Mr. and Mrs. Grayper, were gone to South America, and the rain had made its way through the roof of their empty house, and stained the outer walls. Mr. Chillip was married again to a tall, raw-boned, high-nosed wife; and they had a weazen little baby, with a heavy head that it couldn't hold up, and two weak staring eyes, with which it seemed to be always wondering why it had ever been born. ¡¡¡¡It was with a singular jumble of sadness and pleasure that I used to linger about my native place, until the reddening winter sun admonished me that it was time to start on my returning walk. But, when the place was left behind, and especially when Steerforth and I were happily seated over our dinner by a blazing fire, it was delicious
oil painting to think of having been there. So it was, though in a softened degree, when I went to my neat room at night; and, turning over the leaves of the crocodile-book (which was always there, upon a little table), remembered with a grateful heart how blest I was in having such a friend as Steerforth, such a friend as Peggotty, and such a substitute for what I had lost as my excellent and generous aunt. ¡¡¡¡MY nearest way to Yarmouth, in coming back from these long walks, was by a ferry. It landed me on the flat between the town and the sea, which I could make straight across, and so save myself a considerable circuit by the high road. Mr. Peggotty's house being on that waste-place, and not a hundred yards out of my track, I always looked in as I went by. Steerforth was pretty sure to be there expecting me, and we went on together through the frosty air and gathering fog towards the twinkling lights of the town.
Christ In The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee
Dance Me to the End of Love
Evening Mood painting
Our old neighbours, Mr. and Mrs. Grayper, were gone to South America, and the rain had made its way through the roof of their empty house, and stained the outer walls. Mr. Chillip was married again to a tall, raw-boned, high-nosed wife; and they had a weazen little baby, with a heavy head that it couldn't hold up, and two weak staring eyes, with which it seemed to be always wondering why it had ever been born. ¡¡¡¡It was with a singular jumble of sadness and pleasure that I used to linger about my native place, until the reddening winter sun admonished me that it was time to start on my returning walk. But, when the place was left behind, and especially when Steerforth and I were happily seated over our dinner by a blazing fire, it was delicious
oil painting to think of having been there. So it was, though in a softened degree, when I went to my neat room at night; and, turning over the leaves of the crocodile-book (which was always there, upon a little table), remembered with a grateful heart how blest I was in having such a friend as Steerforth, such a friend as Peggotty, and such a substitute for what I had lost as my excellent and generous aunt. ¡¡¡¡MY nearest way to Yarmouth, in coming back from these long walks, was by a ferry. It landed me on the flat between the town and the sea, which I could make straight across, and so save myself a considerable circuit by the high road. Mr. Peggotty's house being on that waste-place, and not a hundred yards out of my track, I always looked in as I went by. Steerforth was pretty sure to be there expecting me, and we went on together through the frosty air and gathering fog towards the twinkling lights of the town.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Charity painting
Charity painting
American Day Dream
Biblis painting
Boulevard des Capucines
Mr. Knightley was to dine with them--rather against the inclination of Mr. Woodhouse, who did not like that any one should share with him in Isabella's first day. Emma's sense of right however had decided it; and besides the consideration of what was due to each brother, she had particular pleasure, from the circumstance of the late disagreement between Mr. Knightley and herself, in procuring him the proper invitation. She hoped they might now become friends again. She thought it was time to make up. Making-up indeed would not do. She certainly had not been in the wrong, and he would never own that he had. Concession must be out of the question; but it was time to appear to forget that they had ever quarrelled; and she hoped it might rather assist the restoration of friendship, that when he came into the room she had one of the children with her--the youngest, a nice little girl about eight months old, who was now making her first visit to Hartfield, and very happy to be danced about in her aunt's arms. It did assist; for though he began with grave looks and short questions, he was soon led on to talk of them all in the usual way, and to take the child out of her arms with all the unceremoniousness of perfect amity. Emma felt they were friends again; and the conviction giving her at first great satisfaction, and then a little sauciness, she could not help saying, as he was admiring the baby, "What a comfort it is, that we think alike about our nephews and nieces. As to men and women, our opinions are sometimes very different; but with regard to these children, I observe we never disagree."
American Day Dream
Biblis painting
Boulevard des Capucines
Mr. Knightley was to dine with them--rather against the inclination of Mr. Woodhouse, who did not like that any one should share with him in Isabella's first day. Emma's sense of right however had decided it; and besides the consideration of what was due to each brother, she had particular pleasure, from the circumstance of the late disagreement between Mr. Knightley and herself, in procuring him the proper invitation. She hoped they might now become friends again. She thought it was time to make up. Making-up indeed would not do. She certainly had not been in the wrong, and he would never own that he had. Concession must be out of the question; but it was time to appear to forget that they had ever quarrelled; and she hoped it might rather assist the restoration of friendship, that when he came into the room she had one of the children with her--the youngest, a nice little girl about eight months old, who was now making her first visit to Hartfield, and very happy to be danced about in her aunt's arms. It did assist; for though he began with grave looks and short questions, he was soon led on to talk of them all in the usual way, and to take the child out of her arms with all the unceremoniousness of perfect amity. Emma felt they were friends again; and the conviction giving her at first great satisfaction, and then a little sauciness, she could not help saying, as he was admiring the baby, "What a comfort it is, that we think alike about our nephews and nieces. As to men and women, our opinions are sometimes very different; but with regard to these children, I observe we never disagree."
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Charity painting
Charity painting
American Day Dream
Biblis painting
Boulevard des Capucines
¡¡¡¡"You have no time to ask me why I bring it, or what it means; I have no time to tell you. You must comply with it- take off those boots you wear, and draw on these of mine." ¡¡¡¡There was a chair against the wall of the cell, behind the prisoner. Carton, pressing forward, had already, with the speed of lightning, got him down into it, and stood over him, barefoot. ¡¡¡¡"Draw on these boots of mine. Put your hands to them; put your will to them. Quick!" ¡¡¡¡"Carton, there is no escaping from this place; it never can be done. You will only die with me. It is madness." ¡¡¡¡"It would be madness if I asked you to escape; but do I? When I ask you to pass out at that door, tell me it is madness and remain here. Change that cravat for this of mine, that coat for this of mine. While you do it, let me take this ribbon from your hair, and shake out your hair like this of mine!" ¡¡¡¡With wonderful quickness, and with a strength both of will and action, that appeared quite supernatural, he forced all these changes upon him. The prisoner was like a young child in his hands. ¡¡¡¡"Carton! Dear Carton! It is madness. It cannot be accomplished, it never can be done, it has been attempted, and has always failed. I implore you not to add your death to the bitterness of mine." ¡¡¡¡"Do I ask you, my dear Darnay, to pass the door? When I ask that, refuse. There are pen and ink and paper on this table. Is your hand steady enough to write?" ¡¡¡¡"It was when you came in." ¡¡¡¡"Steady it again, and write what I shall dictate. Quick, friend, quick!" ¡¡¡¡Pressing his hand to his bewildered head, Darnay sat down at the table. Carton, with his right hand in his breast, stood close beside him. ¡¡¡¡"Write exactly as I speak." ¡¡¡¡"To whom do I address it?" ¡¡¡¡"To no one." Carton still had his hand in his breast. ¡¡¡¡"Do I date it?" ¡¡¡¡"No." ¡¡¡¡The prisoner looked up, at each question. Carton, standing over him with his hand in his breast, looked down.
American Day Dream
Biblis painting
Boulevard des Capucines
¡¡¡¡"You have no time to ask me why I bring it, or what it means; I have no time to tell you. You must comply with it- take off those boots you wear, and draw on these of mine." ¡¡¡¡There was a chair against the wall of the cell, behind the prisoner. Carton, pressing forward, had already, with the speed of lightning, got him down into it, and stood over him, barefoot. ¡¡¡¡"Draw on these boots of mine. Put your hands to them; put your will to them. Quick!" ¡¡¡¡"Carton, there is no escaping from this place; it never can be done. You will only die with me. It is madness." ¡¡¡¡"It would be madness if I asked you to escape; but do I? When I ask you to pass out at that door, tell me it is madness and remain here. Change that cravat for this of mine, that coat for this of mine. While you do it, let me take this ribbon from your hair, and shake out your hair like this of mine!" ¡¡¡¡With wonderful quickness, and with a strength both of will and action, that appeared quite supernatural, he forced all these changes upon him. The prisoner was like a young child in his hands. ¡¡¡¡"Carton! Dear Carton! It is madness. It cannot be accomplished, it never can be done, it has been attempted, and has always failed. I implore you not to add your death to the bitterness of mine." ¡¡¡¡"Do I ask you, my dear Darnay, to pass the door? When I ask that, refuse. There are pen and ink and paper on this table. Is your hand steady enough to write?" ¡¡¡¡"It was when you came in." ¡¡¡¡"Steady it again, and write what I shall dictate. Quick, friend, quick!" ¡¡¡¡Pressing his hand to his bewildered head, Darnay sat down at the table. Carton, with his right hand in his breast, stood close beside him. ¡¡¡¡"Write exactly as I speak." ¡¡¡¡"To whom do I address it?" ¡¡¡¡"To no one." Carton still had his hand in his breast. ¡¡¡¡"Do I date it?" ¡¡¡¡"No." ¡¡¡¡The prisoner looked up, at each question. Carton, standing over him with his hand in his breast, looked down.
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