leonardo da vinci the last supper

leonardo da vinci the last supper
leonardo da vinci the last supper
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I stood on the rug and warmed my hands, which were rather cold with
sitting at a distance from the drawing-room fire. I felt now as
composed as ever I did in my life: there was nothing indeed in the
gipsy's appearance to trouble one's calm. She shut her book and slowly
looked up; her hat-brim partially shaded her face, yet I could see, as
she raised it, that it was a strange one. It looked all brown and
black: elf-locks bristled out from beneath a white band which passed
under her chin, and came half over her cheeks, or rather jaws: her eye
confronted me at once, with a bold and direct gaze. leonardo da vinci the last supper
leonardo da vinci the last supper
'Well, and you want your fortune told?' she said, in a voice as
decided as her glance, as harsh as her features.
'I don't care about it, mother; you may please yourself: but I
ought to warn you, I have no faith.'
'It's like your impudence to say so: I expected it of you; I
heard it in your step as you crossed the threshold.'
'Did you? You've a quick ear.'
leonardo da vinci the last supper
leonardo da vinci the last supper