picture of the last supper

picture of the last supper
leonardo da vinci last supper painting
leonardo da vinci mona lisa
leonardo da vinci painting
into the water after them, as natives, and put sharp pieces of timber down their throats; and in short we ran the whole crocodile gauntlet. I did, at least; but I had my doubts of Peggotty, who was thoughtfully sticking her needle into various parts of her face and arms, all the time. ¡¡¡¡We had exhausted the crocodiles, and begun with the alligators, when the garden-bell rang. We went out to the door; and there was my mother, looking unusually pretty, I thought, and with her a gentleman with beautiful black hair and whiskers, who had walked home with us from church last Sunday. ¡¡¡¡As my mother stooped down on the threshold to
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　take me in her arms and kiss me, the gentleman said I was a more highly privileged little fellow than a monarch - or something like that; for my later understanding comes, I am sensible, to my aid here. ¡¡¡¡'What does that mean?' I asked him, over her shoulder. ¡¡¡¡He patted me on the head; but somehow, I didn't like him or his deep voice, and I was jealous that his hand should touch my mother's in touching me - which it did. I put it away, as well as I could. ¡¡¡¡'Oh, Davy!' remonstrated my mother. ¡¡¡¡'Dear boy!' said the gentleman. 'I cannot wonder at his devotion!' ¡¡¡¡I never saw such a beautiful colour on my mother's face before. She gently chid me for