Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Monet Irises in Monets Garden painting

Monet Irises in Monets Garden painting
Wallis Roman Girl painting
Raphael Madonna and Child with Book painting
Cole The Notch of the White Mountains (Crawford Notch) painting
``Dash it, Dad, don't be prehistoric! Wasn't she -- once -- your Fanny?''
Dallas belonged body and soul to the new generation. He was the first-born of Newland and May Archer, yet it had never been possible to inculcate in him even the rudiments of reserve. ``What's the use of making mysteries? It only makes people want to nose 'em out,'' he always objected when enjoined to discretion. But Archer, meeting his eyes, saw the filial light under their banter.
``My Fanny?''
``Well, the woman you'd have chucked everything for: only you didn't,'' continued his surprising son.
``I didn't,'' echoed Archer with a kind of solemnity.
``No: you date, you see, dear old boy. But mother said -- ''
``Your mother?''
``Yes: the day before she died. It was when she sent for me alone -- you remember? She said she knew we were safe with you, and always would be, because once, when she asked you to, you'd given up the thing you most wanted.''

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