The Virgin and Child with St Anne

The Virgin and Child with St Anne
The Water lily Pond
Venus and Cupid
Vermeer girl with the pearl earring
¡¡¡¡He had laid aside his coat and waistcoat; his shirt was open at the throat, as it used to be when he did that work; and even the old haggard, faded surface of face had come back to him. He worked hard- impatiently- as if in some sense of having been interrupted. ¡¡¡¡Mr. Lorry glanced at the work in his hand, and observed that it was a shoe of the old size and shape. He took up another that was lying by him, and asked what it was. ¡¡¡¡"A young lady's walking shoe," he muttered, without looking up. "It ought to have been finished long ago. Let it be." ¡¡¡¡"But, Doctor Manette. Look at me!" ¡¡¡¡He obeyed, in the old mechanically submissive manner, without pausing in his work. ¡¡¡¡"You know me, my dear friend? Think again. This is not your proper occupation. Think, dear friend!" ¡¡¡¡Nothing would induce him to speak more. He looked up, for an instant at a time, when he was requested to do so; but, no persuasion would extract a word from him. He worked, and worked, and worked, in silence, and words fell on him as they would have fallen on an echoless wall, or on the air. The only ray of hope that Mr. Lorry could discover, was, that he sometimes furtively looked up without being asked. In that, there seemed a faint expression of curiosity or perplexity- as though he were trying to reconcile some doubts in his mind.