virgin of the rocks

virgin of the rocks
Woman with a Parasol
A Greek Beauty
A Lily Pond
To no one." Carton still had his hand in his breast. ¡¡¡¡"Do I date it?" ¡¡¡¡"No." ¡¡¡¡The prisoner looked up, at each question. Carton, standing over him with his hand in his breast, looked down. ¡¡¡¡"'If you remember,'" said Carton, dictating, "'the words that passed between us, long ago, you will readily comprehend this when you see it. You do remember them, I know. It is not in your nature to forget them.'" ¡¡¡¡He was drawing his hand from his breast; the prisoner chancing to look up in his hurried wonder as he wrote, the hand stopped, closing upon something. ¡¡¡¡"Have you written 'forget them'?" Carton asked. ¡¡¡¡"I have. Is that a weapon in your hand?" ¡
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¡¡¡"No; I am not armed." ¡¡¡¡"What is it in your hand?" ¡¡¡¡"You shall know directly. Write on; there are but a few words more." He dictated again. "'I am thankful that the time has come, when I can prove them. That I do so is no subject for regret or grief.'" As he said these words with his eyes fixed on the writer, his hand slowly and softly moved down close to the writer's face.