leonardo da vinci the last supper

leonardo da vinci the last supper
void darkness. He stretched his right hand (the left arm, the
mutilated one, he kept hidden in his bosom); he seemed to wish by
touch to gain an idea of what lay around him: he met but vacancy
still; for the trees were some yards off where he stood. He
relinquished the endeavour, folded his arms, and stood quiet and
mute in the rain, now falling fast on his uncovered head. At this
moment John approached him from some quarter.
'Will you take my arm, sir?' he said; 'there is a heavy shower
coming on: had you not better go in?'
leonardo da vinci the last supper
'Let me alone,' was the answer.
John withdrew without having observed me. Mr. Rochester now tried
to walk about: vainly,- all was too uncertain. He groped his way
back to the house, and, re-entering it, closed the door.
I now drew near and knocked: John's wife opened for me. 'Mary,' I
said, 'how are you?'
She started as if she had seen a ghost: I calmed her. To her
hurried 'Is it really you, miss, come at this late hour to this lonely
place?' I answered by taking her hand; and then I followed her into
the kitchen, where John now sat by a good fire. I explained to them,
leonardo da vinci the last supper