leonardo da vinci mona lisa

leonardo da vinci mona lisa
'Give the tray to me; I will carry it in.'
I took it from her hand: she pointed me out the parlour door. The
tray shook as I held it; the water spilt from the glass; my heart
struck my ribs loud and fast. Mary opened the door for me, and shut it
behind me.
This parlour looked gloomy: a neglected handful of fire burnt low
in the grate; and, leaning over it, with his head supported against
the high, old-fashioned mantelpiece, appeared the blind tenant of
the room. His old dog, Pilot, lay on one side, removed out of the way,
and coiled up as if afraid of being inadvertently trodden upon.
leonardo da vinci mona lisa
Pilot pricked up his ears when I came in: then he jumped up with a
yelp and a whine, and bounded towards me: he almost knocked the tray
from my hands. I set it on the table; then patted him, and said
softly, 'Lie down!' Mr. Rochester turned mechanically to see what
the commotion was: but as he saw nothing, he returned and sighed.
'Give me the water, Mary,' he said.
I approached him with the now only half-filled glass; Pilot
followed me, still excited.
'What is the matter?' he inquired.
leonardo da vinci mona lisa