the last supper painting

the last supper painting
picture of the last supper
leonardo da vinci last supper painting
leonardo da vinci mona lisa
being rude; and, keeping me close to her shawl, turned to thank the gentleman for taking so much trouble as to bring her home. She put out her hand to him as she spoke, and, as he met it with his own, she glanced, I thought, at me. ¡¡¡¡'Let us say "good night", my fine boy,' said the gentleman, when he had bent his head - I saw him! - over my mother's little glove. ¡¡¡¡'Good night!' said I. ¡¡¡¡'Come! Let us be the best friends in the world!' said the gentleman, laughing. 'Shake hands!' My right hand
oil painting
　was in my mother's left, so I gave him the other. ¡¡¡¡'Why, that's the Wrong hand, Davy!' laughed the gentleman. ¡¡¡¡MY mother drew my right hand forward, but I was resolved, for my former reason, not to give it him, and I did not. I gave him the other, and he shook it heartily, and said I was a brave fellow, and went away. ¡¡¡¡At this minute I see him turn round in the garden, and give us a last look with his ill-omened black eyes, before the door was shut. ¡¡¡¡Peggotty, who had not said a word or moved a finger, secured the fastenings instantly, and we all went into the parlour. My mother, contrary to her usual habit, instead of coming to the elbow-chair by the fire, remained at the other end of the room, and sat singing to herself.