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Count Anthony placed his gloved hand on hers. "Do you recall, Johanna, our first meeting?"
Count Anthony placed his gloved hand on hers. "Do you recall, Johanna, our first meeting?"
Count Anthony placed his gloved hand on hers. "Do you recall, Johanna, our first meeting?"
(American, 1882 - 1945)

Count Anthony placed his gloved hand on hers. "Do you recall, Johanna, our first meeting?"

Oil on canvas
ca. 1928
29 1/8 × 30 1/8 in. (74 × 76.5 cm)
SUPP2000.1840
Private collection, Greenville, DE
With Eve in London "Well," she said, as if this was the first moment of their meeting, "how have you been, sir?"
With Eve in London
"Well," she said, as if this was the first moment of their meeting, "how have you been, sir?"
N.C. Wyeth
1928
Anthony and Mr. Bonnyfeather Three mornings later Anthony emerged from his seclusion to take up his duties in the world of men.
Anthony and Mr. Bonnyfeather Three mornings later Anthony emerged from his seclusion to take up his duties in the world of men.
N.C. Wyeth
1934
"Do you mean that you do not care--that you do not hate and despise me? I have never known a woman like you. I have never believed that there were such women."
"Do you mean that you do not care--that you do not hate and despise me? I have never known a woman like you. I have never believed that there were such women."
N.C. Wyeth
1925
The Meeting of the Generals As soon as this slight salutation had passed, Montcalm moved towards them with a quick but graceful step, baring his head to the veteran and dropping his spotless plume nearly to the earth in courtesy
The Meeting of the Generals
As soon as this slight salutation had passed, Montcalm moved towards them with a quick but graceful step, baring his head to the veteran and dropping his spotless plume nearly to the earth in courtesy
N.C. Wyeth
1919
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
When you take that down, Sabra honey, you'll be the editor of this newspaper. Until you do that I am.
When you take that down, Sabra honey, you'll be the editor of this newspaper. Until you do that I am.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1929
The man with the hatful of cards picked a hand out of his reserves, put the hat on his head and raised Bill a hundred. Bill came back with a raise of two hundred, and as the other covered it he shoved a pistol into his face observing: "I'm calling the hand that is in your hat."
The man with the hatful of cards picked a hand out of his reserves, put the hat on his head and raised Bill a hundred. Bill came back with a raise of two hundred, and as the other covered it he shoved a pistol into his face observing: "I'm calling the hand that is in your hat."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
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
"Do You Happen to Be Looking for Me?"
"Do You Happen to Be Looking for Me?"
N.C. Wyeth
1910
"Then what are you going to do with me?"
"Then what are you going to do with me?"
N.C. Wyeth
1912
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.
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
The ocean just sort o' breathing in on the sand--Bill 'n' me sit here and count the breaths like.
The ocean just sort o' breathing in on the sand--Bill 'n' me sit here and count the breaths like.
N.C. Wyeth
1919