Monday, December 17, 2007

mona lisa smile

'Did you remain long at Yarmouth, that time?' ¡¡¡¡'Not particularly so, sir.' ¡¡¡¡'You saw the boat completed?' ¡¡¡¡'Yes, sir. I remained behind on purpose to see the boat completed.' ¡¡¡¡'I know!' He raised his eyes to mine respectfully. ¡¡¡¡'Mr. Steerforth has not seen it yet, I suppose?' ¡¡¡¡'I really can't say, sir. I think - but I really can't say, sir. I wish you good night, sir.' ¡¡¡¡He comprehended everybody present, in the respectful bow with which he followed these words, and disappeared. My visitors seemed to breathe more freely when he was gone; but my own relief was very great,
il painting for besides the constraint, arising from that extraordinary sense of being at a disadvantage which I always had this man's presence, my conscience had embarrassed me with whispers that I had mistrusted his master, and I could not repress a vague uneasy dread that he might find it out. How was it, having so little in reality to conceal, that I always DID feel as if this man were finding me out?

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Anonymous said...

mona lisa smile"