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To prove how much she hated him she nestled against his side, and his arm enfolded her.
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
To prove how much she hated him she nestled against his side, and his arm enfolded her.
ca. 1919
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SUPP2000.1662
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Naaman's wife brought the little maid that he himself might hear her. A glow of conviction shines in her face. She knows this prophet of whom she speaks. With childish eagerness, her words tumbling over each other, she urges Naaman to implore his aid
N.C. Wyeth
1929
I had half seen how he had rested his elbow on the hedge and carried his head to one side when he fired that first shot.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
Plate #27 | Looped up for keeps, the next in line | Along the route proceeds to mosey. | His perfect curvature of spine | Proves him to be the Ring-a-rosy.
Royal Lacey Scoville
ca. 1915
She clung to his neck, looking up at the hot sky, then closed her eyes, for it seemed that the yellow devils of the flood were on them
N.C. Wyeth
1913
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for The Fight on the Bridge Orlando at last had strength enough to lift his foe and fling him over the side, but had not wit to clear himself from him, so both fell together
The Fight on the Bridge
Orlando at last had strength enough to lift his foe and fling him over the side, but had not wit to clear himself from him, so both fell together
N.C. Wyeth
1924
She was in his arms with an inarticulate cry.
N.C. Wyeth
1929
She was like nothing in his grasp; she could not stir.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1919
"--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
Ivy shut her eyes when she hit now. Those gibbering monkey men did not know it, but Ivy in her terror knew it; no longer was it arms swinging a vindictive ax, but it was an ax of panic swinging helpless arms.
N.C. Wyeth
1930
Uncas Slays a Deer Avoiding the horns of the infuriated animal, Uncas darted to his side, and passed his knife across the throat
N.C. Wyeth
1919
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (left side)
N.C. Wyeth
1925
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (right side)
N.C. Wyeth
1925