Christ In The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee

Christ In The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee
Dance Me to the End of Love
Evening Mood painting
female nude reclining
'Your sister, Betsey Trotwood,' said my aunt, 'would have been as natural and rational a girl as ever breathed. You'll be worthy of her, won't you?' ¡¡¡¡'I hope I shall be worthy of YOU, aunt. That will be enough for me.' ¡¡¡¡'It's a mercy that poor dear baby of a mother of yours didn't live,' said my aunt, looking at me approvingly, 'or she'd have been so vain of her boy by this time, that her soft little head would have been completely turned, if there was anything of it left to turn.' (My aunt always excused any weakness of her own in my behalf,
oil painting by transferring it in this way to my poor mother.) 'Bless me, Trotwood, how you do remind me of her!' ¡¡¡¡'Pleasantly, I hope, aunt?' said I. ¡¡¡¡'He's as like her, Dick,' said my aunt, emphatically, 'he's as like her, as she was that afternoon before she began to fret - bless my heart, he's as like her, as he can look at me out of his two eyes!'