picture of the last supper

picture of the last supper
leonardo da vinci last supper painting
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My mother put her hands upon my lips to stop me. ¡¡¡¡'It was never bewitching,' she said, laughing. 'It never could have been bewitching, Davy. Now I know it wasn't!' ¡¡¡¡'Yes, it was. "Bewitching Mrs. Copperfield",' I repeated stoutly. 'And, "pretty."' ¡¡¡¡'No, no, it was never pretty. Not pretty,' interposed my mother, laying her fingers on my lips again. ¡¡¡¡'Yes it was. "Pretty little widow."' ¡¡¡¡'What foolish, impudent creatures!' cried my mother, laughing and covering her face. 'What ridiculous men! An't they? Davy dear -' ¡¡¡¡'Well, Ma.' ¡¡¡¡'Don't tell Peggotty; she might be angry with them. I am dreadfully angry with them
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　myself; but I would rather Peggotty didn't know.' ¡¡¡¡I promised, of course; and we kissed one another over and over again, and I soon fell fast asleep. ¡¡¡¡It seems to me, at this distance of time, as if it were the next day when Peggotty broached the striking and adventurous proposition I am about to mention; but it was probably about two months afterwards. ¡¡¡¡We were sitting as before, one evening (when my mother was out as before), in company with the stocking and the yard-measure, and the bit of wax, and the box with St. Paul's on the lid, and the crocodile book, when Peggotty, after looking at me several times, and opening her mouth as if she were going to speak, without doing it - which I thought was merely gaping, or I should have been rather alarmed - said coaxingly: