Madonna Litta

Madonna Litta
madonna with the yarnwinder painting
Mother and Child
My Sweet Rose painting
'All, Agnes?' said I. ¡¡¡¡She looked at me, with some fluttering wonder in her face. ¡¡¡¡'Is there nothing else, Sister?' I said. ¡¡¡¡Her colour, which had just now faded, returned, and faded again. She smiled; with a quiet sadness, I thought; and shook her head. ¡¡¡¡I had sought to lead her to what my aunt had hinted at; for, sharply painful to me as it must be to receive that confidence, I was to discipline my heart, and do my duty to her. I saw, however, that she was uneasy, and I let it pass. ¡¡¡
oil painting
¡'You have much to do, dear Agnes?' ¡¡¡¡'With my school?' said she, looking up again, in all her bright composure. ¡¡¡¡'Yes. It is laborious, is it not?' ¡¡¡¡'The labour is so pleasant,' she returned, 'that it is scarcely grateful in me to call it by that name.' ¡¡¡¡'Nothing good is difficult to you,' said I. ¡¡¡¡Her colour came and went once more; and once more, as she bent her head, I saw the same sad smile.