Mother and Child

Mother and Child
My Sweet Rose painting
Naiade oil painting
Nighthawks Hopper
She lifted up her head, and looked darkly round at him for a moment; then laid it down again, and curved her right arm about her neck, as a woman in a fever, or in an agony of pain from a shot, might twist herself. ¡¡¡¡'She will try to do well,' said little Em'ly. 'You don't know what she has said to us. Does he - do they - aunt?' ¡¡¡¡Peggotty shook her head compassionately. ¡¡¡¡'I'll try,' said Martha, 'if you'll help me away. I never can do worse than I have done here. I may do better.
oil paintingOh!' with a dreadful shiver, 'take me out of these streets, where the whole town knows me from a child!' ¡¡¡¡As Em'ly held out her hand to Ham, I saw him put in it a little canvas bag. She took it, as if she thought it were her purse, and made a step or two forward; but finding her mistake, came back to where he had retired near me, and showed it to him. ¡¡¡¡'It's all yourn, Em'ly,' I could hear him say. 'I haven't nowt in all the wureld that ain't yourn, my dear. It ain't of no delight to me, except for you!'