Woman with a Parasol

Woman with a Parasol
The Three Ages of Woman
The Virgin and Child with St Anne
The Water lily Pond
Venus and Cupid
¡¡¡¡I was not aware of it myself, but I felt it necessary to uphold the institutions of my county, and to evince a familiarity with them; so I shook my head, as much as to say, 'I believe you!' ¡¡¡¡'And the Punches,' said William. 'There's cattle! A Suffolk Punch, when he's a good un, is worth his weight in gold. Did you ever breed any Suffolk Punches yourself, sir?' ¡¡¡¡'N-no,' I said, 'not exactly.' ¡¡¡¡'Here's a gen'lm'n behind me, I'll pound it,' said William, 'as has bred 'em by wholesale.' ¡¡¡¡The gentleman spoken of was a gentleman with a very unpromising squint, and a prominent chin, who had a tall white hat on with a narrow flat brim, and whose close-fitting drab trousers seemed to button all the way up outside his legs from his boots to his hips. His chin was cocked over
oil paintingthe coachman's shoulder, so near to me, that his breath quite tickled the back of my head; and as I looked at him, he leered at the leaders with the eye with which he didn't squint, in a very knowing manner. ¡¡¡¡'Ain't you?' asked William. ¡¡¡¡'Ain't I what?' said the gentleman behind. ¡¡¡¡'Bred them Suffolk Punches by wholesale?' ¡¡¡¡'I should think so,' said the gentleman. 'There ain't no sort of orse that I ain't bred, and no sort of dorg. Orses and dorgs is some men's fancy. They're wittles and drink to me - lodging, wife, and children - reading, writing, and Arithmetic - snuff, tobacker, and sleep.' ¡¡¡¡'That ain't a sort of man to see sitting behind a coach-box, is it though?' said William in my ear, as he handled the reins