leonardo da vinci the last supper

leonardo da vinci the last supper
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are mere business relations, when you reflect that I have never seen you since. No; you have been the ward of Tellson's House since, and I have been busy with the other business of Tellson's House since. Feelings! I have no time for them, no chance of them. I pass my whole life, miss, in turning an immense pecuniary Mangle." ¡¡¡¡After this odd description of his daily routine of employment, Mr. Lorry flattened his flaxen wig upon his head with both hands (which was most unnecessary, for nothing could be flatter than its shining surface was before), and resumed his former attitude. ¡¡¡¡"So far, miss (as you have remarked),
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this is the story of your regretted father. Now comes the difference. If your father had not died when he did-- Don't be frightened! How you start!" ¡¡¡¡She did, indeed, start. And she caught his wrist with both her hands. ¡¡¡¡"Pray," said Mr. Lorry, in a soothing tone, bringing his left hand from the back of the chair to lay it on the supplicatory fingers that clasped him in so violent a tremble: "pray control your agitation- a matter of business. As I was saying--"