Lord Frederick Leighton paintings
Mark Rothko paintings
Old Doctor Dave" and "Mrs. Doctor Dave" had come down to the little house to greet the bride and groom. Doctor Dave was a big, jolly, white-whiskered old fellow, and Mrs. Doctor was a trim rosy-cheeked, silver-haired little lady who took Anne at once to her heart, literally and figuratively.
"I'm so glad to see you, dear. You must be real tired. We've got a bite of supper ready, and Captain Jim brought up some trout for you. Captain Jim--where are you? Oh, he's slipped out to see to the horse, I suppose. Come upstairs and take your things off."
Anne looked about her with bright, appreciative eyes as she followed Mrs. Doctor Dave upstairs. She liked the appearance of her new home very much. It seemed to have the atmosphere of Green Gables and the flavor of her old traditions.
"I think I would have found Miss Elizabeth Russell a `kindred spirit,'" she murmured when she was alone in her room. There were two windows in it; the dormer one looked out on the lower harbor and the sand-bar and the Four Winds light. "A magic casement opening on the foam
Of perilous seas in fairy lands forlorn,"
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Lord Frederick Leighton paintings
Lord Frederick Leighton paintings
Mark Rothko paintings
The man's eyes flashed fire.
" "Never!" he wrote in Greek upon the slate.
""On no conditions?" I asked at the bidding of our tyrant.
""Only if I see her married in my presence by a Greek priest whom I know."
"The man giggled in his venomous way.
" "You know what awaits you, then?"
""I care nothing for myself."
" These are samples of the questions and answers which made up our strange half-spoken, half-written conversation. Again and again I had to ask him whether he would give in and sign the documents. Again and again I had the same indignant reply. But soon a happy thought came to me. I took to adding on little sentences of my own to each question, innocent ones at first, to test whether either of our companions knew anything of the matter, and then, as I found that they showed no sign I played a more dangerous game. Our conversation ran something like this:
""You can do no good by this obstinacy. Who are you?"
Mark Rothko paintings
The man's eyes flashed fire.
" "Never!" he wrote in Greek upon the slate.
""On no conditions?" I asked at the bidding of our tyrant.
""Only if I see her married in my presence by a Greek priest whom I know."
"The man giggled in his venomous way.
" "You know what awaits you, then?"
""I care nothing for myself."
" These are samples of the questions and answers which made up our strange half-spoken, half-written conversation. Again and again I had to ask him whether he would give in and sign the documents. Again and again I had the same indignant reply. But soon a happy thought came to me. I took to adding on little sentences of my own to each question, innocent ones at first, to test whether either of our companions knew anything of the matter, and then, as I found that they showed no sign I played a more dangerous game. Our conversation ran something like this:
""You can do no good by this obstinacy. Who are you?"
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