the last supper painting

the last supper painting
picture of the last supper
leonardo da vinci last supper painting
My dear, where did you get it? Twenty-five dollars? Jo, I hope you haven't done anything rash?' ¡¡¡¡`No, it's mine honestly; I didn't beg, borrow, or steal it. I earned it; and I don't think you'll blame me, for I only sold what was my own.' ¡¡¡¡As she spoke, Jo took off her bonnet, and a general outcry arose, for all her abundant hair was cut short. ¡¡¡¡`Your hair! Your beautiful hair!' ¡¡¡¡`Oh, Jo, how could you? Your one beauty.' ¡¡¡¡`My dear girl, there was no need of this.' ¡¡¡¡`
oil painting
She doesn't look like my Jo any more, but I love her dearly for it!' ¡¡¡¡As everyone exclaimed, and Beth hugged the cropped head tenderly, Jo assumed an indifferent air, which did not deceive anyone a particle, and said, rumpling up the brown bush, and trying to look as if she liked it, `It doesn't affect the fate of the nation, so don't wail, Beth. It will be good for my vanity; I was getting too proud of my wig. It will do my brains good to have that mop taken off; my head feels deliciously light and cool, and the barber said I could soon have a curly crop, which will be boyish, becoming, and easy to keep in order. I'm