The Nut Gatherers

The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
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The Sacrifice of Abraham painting
¡¡¡¡He caught the hand in his, and we stood in that connexion, looking at each other. We stood so, a long time; long enough for me to see the white marks of my fingers die out of the deep red of his cheek, and leave it a deeper red. ¡¡¡¡'Copperfield,' he said at length, in a breathless voice, 'have you taken leave of your senses?' ¡¡¡¡'I have taken leave of you,' said I, wresting my hand away. 'You dog, I'll know no more of you.' ¡¡¡¡'Won't you?' said he, constrained by the pain of his cheek to put his hand there. 'Perhaps you won't be able to help it. Isn't this ungrateful of you, now?' ¡¡¡¡'I have shown you often enough,' said I, 'that I despise you. I have shown you now,
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more plainly, that I do. Why should I dread your doing your worst to all about you? What else do you ever do?' ¡¡¡¡He perfectly understood this allusion to the considerations that had hitherto restrained me in my communications with him. I rather think that neither the blow, nor the allusion, would have escaped me, but for the assurance I had had from Agnes that night. It is no matter.