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"Take Me Back--Inside," Alice Said to the Man Who Had Her in His Arms. "I Feel Cold Here."
"Take Me Back--Inside," Alice Said to the Man Who Had Her in His Arms. "I Feel Cold Here."
"Take Me Back--Inside," Alice Said to the Man Who Had Her in His Arms. "I Feel Cold Here."
(American, 1882 - 1945)

"Take Me Back--Inside," Alice Said to the Man Who Had Her in His Arms. "I Feel Cold Here."

Alternate Title(s)
  • "Take Me Back--Inside, "Alice Said. "I Feel Cold Here."
Oil on canvas
1908
32 × 32 in. (81.3 × 81.3 cm)
SUPP2000.1185
Collection of Bill Gillies, Dallas, Texas
Not on view
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1914
"At first, for some time, I was not able to answer him one word; but as he had taken me in his arms, I held fast by him, or I should have fallen to the ground"
"At first, for some time, I was not able to answer him one word; but as he had taken me in his arms, I held fast by him, or I should have fallen to the ground"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
Magua Captures Alice He hesitated a moment; and then catching the light and senseless form of Alice in his arms, the subtle Indian moved swiftly across the plain toward the woods
Magua Captures Alice He hesitated a moment; and then catching the light and senseless form of Alice in his arms, the subtle Indian moved swiftly across the plain toward the woods
N.C. Wyeth
1919
I turned cold as I thought of her playing with her doll while I had been out on the prairie laying poison plots against her innocence, her trust in me
I turned cold as I thought of her playing with her doll while I had been out on the prairie laying poison plots against her innocence, her trust in me
N.C. Wyeth
1921
Dropping one of the sage-hens I asked the man behind me to pick it up. As he was groping for it I pulled one of my Colt's revolvers, and hit him over the head. He dropped senseless. // "Wheeling about I saw that the other man, hearing the fall, had turned, his hand upon his revolver. It was no time for argument. I fired and killed him."
Dropping one of the sage-hens I asked the man behind me to pick it up. As he was groping for it I pulled one of my Colt's revolvers, and hit him over the head. He dropped senseless. // "Wheeling about I saw that the other man, hearing the fall, had turned, his hand upon his revolver. It was no time for argument. I fired and killed him."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"--and no sooner had he the arms in his hands but, as if they had put new vigor into him, he flew upon his murderers like a fury"
"--and no sooner had he the arms in his hands but, as if they had put new vigor into him, he flew upon his murderers like a fury"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
Plate #14 | This one, who with his hat takes off | His head (Could foolishness be greater?) | Is called for reasons plain enough | The Sword-tailed Self-De-cap-i-ta-tor.
Plate #14 | This one, who with his hat takes off | His head (Could foolishness be greater?) | Is called for reasons plain enough | The Sword-tailed Self-De-cap-i-ta-tor.
Royal Lacey Scoville
ca. 1915
She thought a poet was a man who made rimes; she did not guess that this man when he said: "'There'll be fences here, and fields and roofs and chimneys," was talking poetry
She thought a poet was a man who made rimes; she did not guess that this man when he said: "'There'll be fences here, and fields and roofs and chimneys," was talking poetry
N.C. Wyeth
1930
"Pauline," he said feebly, and fainted in her arms
"Pauline," he said feebly, and fainted in her arms
N.C. Wyeth
1908
I took her in my arms and held her.
I took her in my arms and held her.
N.C. Wyeth
1906
I jumped down into the stream and caught her in my arms as she was losing her hold
I jumped down into the stream and caught her in my arms as she was losing her hold
N.C. Wyeth
1921
"I sat there in the sun, drifting with the wind, and held her in my arms till she died."
"I sat there in the sun, drifting with the wind, and held her in my arms till she died."
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1919