Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting

Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting
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'Just two miles, ma'am, across the fields.'
'My journey is closed,' I thought to myself. I got out of the
coach, gave a box I had into the ostler's charge, to be kept till I
called for it; paid my fare; satisfied the coachman, and was going:
the brightening day gleamed on the sign of the inn, and I read in gilt
letters, 'The Rochester Arms.' My heart leapt up: I was already on
my master's very lands. It fell again: the thought struck it:-
'Your master himself may be beyond the British Channel, for aught
you know: and then, if he is at Thornfield Hall, towards which you
hasten, who besides him is there? His lunatic wife: and you have
nothing to do with him: you dare not speak to him or seek his
presence. You have lost your labour- you had better go no farther,'
urged the monitor. 'Ask information of the people at the inn; they can
give you all you seek: they can solve your doubts at once. Go up to
that man, and inquire if Mr. Rochester be at home.'
The suggestion was sensible, and yet I could not force self to
act on it. I so dreaded a reply that would crush me with despair. To
prolong doubt was to prolong hope. I might yet once more see the
Hall under the ray of her star. There was the stile before me- the
very fields through which I had hurried, blind, deaf, distracted
with a revengeful fury tracking and scourging me, on the morning I