oil paintings

oil paintings
landscape oil painting
original oil painting
flower oil painting
'Have the goodness to show Mr. Copperfield,' said Mr. Spenlow, what you have in your reticule, Miss Murdstone.' ¡¡¡¡I believe it was the old identical steel-clasped reticule of my childhood, that shut up like a bite. Compressing her lips, in sympathy with the snap, Miss Murdstone opened it - opening her mouth a little at the same time - and produced my last letter to Dora, teeming with expressions of devoted affection. ¡¡¡¡'I believe that is your writing, Mr. Copperfield?' said Mr. Spenlow. ¡¡¡¡I was very hot, and the voice I heard was very unlike mine,
oil paintingwhen I said, 'It is, sir!' ¡¡¡¡'If I am not mistaken,' said Mr. Spenlow, as Miss Murdstone brought a parcel of letters out of her reticule, tied round with the dearest bit of blue ribbon, 'those are also from your pen, Mr. Copperfield?' ¡¡¡¡I took them from her with a most desolate sensation; and, glancing at such phrases at the top, as 'My ever dearest and own Dora,' 'My best beloved angel,' 'My blessed one for ever,' and the like, blushed deeply, and inclined my head.