leonardo da vinci mona lisa

leonardo da vinci mona lisa
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leonardo da vinci the last supper
mona lisa painting
It is morning; and Dora, made so trim by my aunt's hands, shows me how her pretty hair will curl upon the pillow yet, an how long and bright it is, and how she likes to have it loosely gathered in that net she wears. ¡¡¡¡'Not that I am vain of it, now, you mocking boy,' she says, when I smile; 'but because you used to say you thought it so beautiful; and because, when I first began to think about you, I used to peep in the glass, and wonder whether you would like very much to have a lock of it. Oh what a foolish fellow you were, Doady, when I gave you one!' ¡
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¡¡¡'That was on the day when you were painting the flowers I had given you, Dora, and when I told you how much in love I was.' ¡¡¡¡'Ah! but I didn't like to tell you,' says Dora, 'then, how I had cried over them, because I believed you really liked me! When I can run about again as I used to do, Doady, let us go and see those places where we were such a silly couple, shall we? And take some of the old walks? And not forget poor papa?' ¡¡¡¡'Yes, we will, and have some happy days. So you must make haste to get well, my dear.'