virgin of the rocks

virgin of the rocks
The Water lily Pond
Venus and Cupid
Vermeer girl with the pearl earring
I got away from Agnes and her father, somehow, with an indifferent show of being very manly, and took my seat upon the box of the London coach. I was so softened and forgiving, going through the town, that I had half a mind to nod to my old enemy the butcher, and throw him five shillings to drink. But he looked such a very obdurate butcher as he stood scraping the great block in the shop, and moreover, his appearance was so little improved by the loss of a front tooth which I had knocked out, that I thought it best to make no advances. ¡¡¡¡The main object on my mind, I remember, when we got fairly on the road, was to appear as old as possible to the coachman, and to speak extremely gruff. The latter point I achieved at great personal inconvenience
oil painting; but I stuck to it, because I felt it was a grown-up sort of thing. ¡¡¡¡'You are going through, sir?' said the coachman. ¡¡¡¡'Yes, William,' I said, condescendingly (I knew him); 'I am going to London. I shall go down into Suffolk afterwards.' ¡¡¡¡'Shooting, sir?' said the coachman. ¡¡¡¡He knew as well as I did that it was just as likely, at that time of year, I was going down there whaling; but I felt complimented, too. ¡¡¡¡'I don't know,' I said, pretending to be undecided, 'whether I shall take a shot or not.' 'Birds is got wery shy, I'm told,' said William. ¡¡¡¡'So I understand,' said I. ¡¡¡¡'Is Suffolk your county, sir?' asked William. ¡¡¡¡'Yes,' I said, with some importance. 'Suffolk's my county.' ¡¡¡¡'I'm told the dumplings is uncommon fine down there,' said William.