nude oil painting

'Are you confirmed in your impression?' I inquired. ¡¡¡¡'I think I am, Trot.' ¡¡¡¡She looked so steadfastly at me: with a kind of doubt, or pity, or suspense in her affection: that I summoned the stronger determination to show her a perfectly cheerful face. ¡¡¡¡'And what is more, Trot -' said my aunt. ¡¡¡¡'Yes!' ¡¡¡¡'I think Agnes is going to be married.' ¡¡¡¡'God bless her!' said I, cheerfully. ¡¡¡¡'God bless her!' said my aunt, 'and her husband too!' ¡¡¡¡I echoed it, parted from my aunt, and went lightly downstairs, mounted, and rode away. There was greater reason than before to do what I had resolved to do. ¡¡¡¡How well I recollect the wintry ride! The frozen particles of ice,

brushed from the blades of grass by the wind, and borne across my face; the hard clatter of the horse's hoofs, beating a tune upon the ground; the stiff-tilled soil; the snowdrift, lightly eddying in the chalk-pit as the breeze ruffled it; the smoking team with the waggon of old hay, stopping to breathe on the hill-top, and shaking their bells musically; the whitened slopes and sweeps of Down-land lying against the dark sky, as if they were drawn on a huge slate