the last supper

the last supper
the last supper painting
picture of the last supper
leonardo da vinci last supper painting
¡¡¡¡ His first and natural thought had been that she was ill from her immersion; but it soon occurred to him that somebody would have written for her in such a case. Conjectures were put an end to by his arrival at the village school-house near Shaston on the bright morning of Sunday, between eleven and twelve o'clock, when the parish was as vacant as a desert, most of the inhabitants having gathered inside the church, whence their voices could occasionally be heard in unison. ¡¡¡¡ A little girl opened the door. "Miss Bridehead is up-stairs," she said. "And will you please walk up to her?" ¡¡¡¡ "Is she ill?" asked Jude hastily. ¡¡¡¡ "Only
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　 a little--not very." ¡¡¡¡ Jude entered and ascended. On reaching the landing a voice told him which way to turn--the voice of Sue calling his name. He passed the doorway, and found her lying in a little bed in a room a dozen feet square. ¡¡¡¡ "Oh, Sue!" he cried, sitting down beside her and taking her hand. "How is this! You couldn't write?" ¡¡¡¡ "No--it wasn't that!" she answered. "I did catch a bad cold-- but I could have written. Only I wouldn't!"