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"Stand away from that girl!" repeated de Spain harshly, backing the words with a step forward.
"Stand away from that girl!" repeated de Spain harshly, backing the words with a step forward.
"Stand away from that girl!" repeated de Spain harshly, backing the words with a step forward.
(American, 1882 - 1945)

"Stand away from that girl!" repeated de Spain harshly, backing the words with a step forward.

Alternate Title(s)
  • Nan of the Mountain; Stand Away from That Girl
Oil on canvas
1915
33 3/4 × 25 1/2 in. (85.7 × 64.8 cm)
SUPP2000.739
Delaware Art Museum, Wilmington, Delaware
Not on view
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
Jonathan shot, as he walked along, and the boy, running ahead, picked up the arrows and brought them back. And when they were out of sight of the court, they went toward a rock named Ezel, accessible from the wilderness and not far from the road. There David had hidden, straining his ears for the words that might mean life or death
N.C. Wyeth
1929
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
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
Pablo swung the girl behind him. "Who ees there?" he called sharply and repeated the challenge in Spanish. A familiar voice answered from behind the corner of the wall. "Don't shoot, Pablo; it is all right."
Pablo swung the girl behind him. "Who ees there?" he called sharply and repeated the challenge in Spanish. A familiar voice answered from behind the corner of the wall. "Don't shoot, Pablo; it is all right."
N.C. Wyeth
1925
De Spain covered a hardly perceptible black object on the trail.
De Spain covered a hardly perceptible black object on the trail.
N.C. Wyeth
1915
Hugging his shield, de Spain threw his second shot over Sandusky's left shoulder.
Hugging his shield, de Spain threw his second shot over Sandusky's left shoulder.
N.C. Wyeth
1915
And Lawless, keeping half a step in front of his companion and holding his head forward like a hunting-dog upon the scent, . . . studied out their path
And Lawless, keeping half a step in front of his companion and holding his head forward like a hunting-dog upon the scent, . . . studied out their path
N.C. Wyeth
1916
Image Not Available for The Fight in the Fore-top At the word three, they poured a volley into the mizzentop; pale, smoke-veiled faces withered away before it, but a volley answered them
The Fight in the Fore-top
At the word three, they poured a volley into the mizzentop; pale, smoke-veiled faces withered away before it, but a volley answered them
N.C. Wyeth
1928
Intensely She Listened to the Words
Intensely She Listened to the Words
Charles Nicholas Sarka
1907
"But no," said Jean Baptiste, with a sudden forward step, "I offer Cecile five hundred dollars"
"But no," said Jean Baptiste, with a sudden forward step, "I offer Cecile five hundred dollars"
N.C. Wyeth
1909
"All right," he said harshly. "You understand that you are a prisoner here now, don't you?"
"All right," he said harshly. "You understand that you are a prisoner here now, don't you?"
N.C. Wyeth
1925
I'm just going to swing the light away from the coal bin when I spy the lock on the door of it
I'm just going to swing the light away from the coal bin when I spy the lock on the door of it
N.C. Wyeth
1919
The stream began to bear us away from those ranks of fortunate folks who stood to listen to Jennie May.
The stream began to bear us away from those ranks of fortunate folks who stood to listen to Jennie May.
N.C. Wyeth
1919