monet painting

monet painting
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landscape oil painting
original oil painting
¡¡¡¡Groping my way more carefully, for the rest of the journey, my heart beat high when I found the outer door, which had Mr. TRADDLES painted on it, open. I knocked. A considerable scuffling within ensued, but nothing else. I therefore knocked again. ¡¡¡¡A small sharp-looking lad, half-footboy and half-clerk, who was very much out of breath, but who looked at me as if he defied me to prove it legally, presented himself. ¡¡¡¡'Is Mr. Traddles within?'
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I said. ¡¡¡¡'Yes, sir, but he's engaged.' ¡¡¡¡'I want to see him.' ¡¡¡¡After a moment's survey of me, the sharp-looking lad decided to let me in; and opening the door wider for that purpose, admitted me, first, into a little closet of a hall, and next into a little sitting-room; where I came into the presence of my old friend (also out of breath), seated at a table, and bending over papers. ¡¡¡¡'Good God!' cried Traddles, looking up. 'It's Copperfield!' and rushed into my arms, where I held him tight.