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"I'm going away," she said in tremulous defiance.
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
"I'm going away," she said in tremulous defiance.
Oil on canvas
ca. 1917
40 × 32 in. (101.6 × 81.3 cm)
SUPP2000.534
Private collection
Not on view
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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
Said, in a tremulous voice, "Why don't you speak for yourself, John?"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
"Major, I'm going into the Union Army."
N.C. Wyeth
1930 / 1931
"I'm Going to Give You About the Worst Licking You Ever Heard Tell Of"
N.C. Wyeth
1908
Sally Merrillee and Johnny
"I'm glad you think I'm not scared," he said. "I haven't talked like this to anybody else"
N.C. Wyeth
1928
"Joe, I'm Going to Cut that Whole Forty Million We Have Left"
N.C. Wyeth
1908
"I'm not going," Randall told the men in the overcrowded boat. "I'll stick here and when you get to San Francisco ask Cappy Ricks to send a tug out to look for me."
N.C. Wyeth
1923
The Assyrians had camped on the plains beyond the walls, and the whole city was paralyzed with fear. Only Isaiah was unterrified. In majestic calm he stood and hurled his defiance at the enemy
N.C. Wyeth
1929
"Schmeckenbecker faced the mob, gallantly shouting his defiance"
N.C. Wyeth
1903
The Sailing of the Yellow Cog
The breeze blew, the sail bellied, over heeled the portly vessel, and away she plunged through the smooth blue rollers.
N.C. Wyeth
1922
But many days passed, and all that time Lupe was turning around and around in her tiny cage, eating sunflower seeds and sleeping, then eating and going to sleep again to pass the time away
Dorothy P. Lathrop
1940
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
