Charity painting

Charity painting
Christ In The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee
Dance Me to the End of Love
Evening Mood painting
The girls had gone home, when my name burst into bloom on Traddles's door; and the sharp boy looked, all day, as if he had never heard of Sophy, shut up in a back room, glancing down from her work into a sooty little strip of garden with a pump in it. But there I always found her, the same bright housewife; often humming her Devonshire ballads when no strange foot was coming up the stairs, and blunting the sharp boy in his official closet with melody. ¡¡¡¡I wondered, at first, why I so often found Sophy writing in a copy-book; and why she always shut it up when I appeared, and hurried it into the table-drawer. But the secret soon came out.
oil painting
One day, Traddles (who had just come home through the drizzling sleet from Court) took a paper out of his desk, and asked me what I thought of that handwriting? ¡¡¡¡'Oh, DON'T, Tom!' cried Sophy, who was warming his slippers before the fire. ¡¡¡¡'My dear,' returned Tom, in a delighted state, 'why not? What do you say to that writing, Copperfield?' ¡¡¡¡'It's extraordinarily legal and formal,' said I. 'I don't think I ever saw such a stiff hand.'