floral oil painting

floral oil painting
michelangelo painting
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nude oil painting
¡At nine, accordingly, we went out in a little chariot, and drove to London. We drove a long way through the streets, until we came to one of the large hospitals. Standing hard by the building was a plain hearse. The driver recognized my aunt, and, in obedience to a motion of her hand at the window, drove slowly off; we following. ¡¡¡¡'You understand it now, Trot,' said my aunt. 'He is gone!' ¡¡¡¡'Did he die in the hospital?' ¡¡¡¡'Yes.' ¡¡¡¡She sat immovable beside me; but, again I saw the stray tears on her face. ¡¡¡¡'He was there once before,' said my aunt presently. 'He was ailing a long time - a shattered, broken man, these many years.
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When he knew his state in this last illness, he asked them to send for me. He was sorry then. Very sorry.' ¡¡¡¡'You went, I know, aunt.' ¡¡¡¡'I went. I was with him a good deal afterwards.' ¡¡¡¡'He died the night before we went to Canterbury?' said I. My aunt nodded. 'No one can harm him now,' she said. 'It was a vain threat.' ¡¡¡¡We drove away, out of town, to the churchyard at Hornsey. 'Better here than in the streets,' said my aunt. 'He was born here.' ¡¡¡¡We alighted; and followed the plain coffin to a corner I remember well, where the service was read consigning it to the dust.