flaming june painting
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
girl with a pearl earring vermeer
Gustav Klimt Kiss painting
The morning had worn away in these inquiries, and I was sitting on the step of an empty shop at a street corner, near the market-place, deliberating upon wandering towards those other places which had been mentioned, when a fly-driver, coming by with his carriage, dropped a horsecloth. Something good-natured in the man's face, as I handed it up,
oil painting encouraged me to ask him if he could tell me where Miss Trotwood lived; though I had asked the question so often, that it almost died upon my lips. ¡¡¡¡'Trotwood,' said he. 'Let me see. I know the name, too. Old lady?' ¡¡¡¡'Yes,' I said, 'rather.' ¡¡¡¡'Pretty stiff in the back?' said he, making himself upright. ¡¡¡¡'Yes,' I said. 'I should think it very likely.' ¡¡¡¡'Carries a bag?' said he - 'bag with a good deal of room in it - is gruffish, and comes down upon you, sharp?'
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