madonna with the yarnwinder painting

madonna with the yarnwinder painting
klimt painting the kiss
leonardo da vinci self portrait
Madonna Litta
¡¡¡¡She looked a little like what he said she was as, holding the candle sideways, she tried to smile away the seriousness of her words. ¡¡¡¡`Call me Angel, then, and not Mr Clare.' ¡¡¡¡`Angel.' ¡¡¡¡`Angel dearest - why not?' ¡¡¡¡`'Twould mean that I agree, wouldn't it?' ¡¡¡¡`It would only mean that you love me, even if you cannot marry me; and you were so good as to own that long ago.' ¡¡¡¡`Very well, then, "Angel dearest", if I must,' she murmured, looking at her candle, a roguish curl coming upon her mouth, notwithstanding her suspense. ¡¡¡¡Clare had resolved never to kiss her until he had obtained her promise; but somehow, as Tess stood there in her prettily tucked-up milking gown, her hair carelessly heaped upon her head till there should be leisure to arrange it when skimming and milking were done, he broke his resolve, and brought his lips to her cheek for one moment. She passed downstairs very quickly, never looking back at him or saying another word. The other maids were already down, and the subject was not pursued. Except Marian they all looked wistfully and suspiciously at the pair, in the sad yellow rays which the morning candles emitted in contrast with the first cold signals of the dawn without. ¡¡¡¡When skimming was done - which, as the milk diminished with the approach of autumn, was a lessening process day by day. Retty and the rest went out. The lovers followed them. ¡¡¡¡`Our tremulous lives are so different from theirs, are they not?' he musingly observed to her, as he regarded the three figures tripping before him through the frigid pallor of opening day. ¡¡¡¡`Not so very different, I think,' she said. ¡¡¡¡`Why do you think that?'