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"It was such a warm little house, there," said she, huskily
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
"It was such a warm little house, there," said she, huskily
Oil on canvas
1905
30 × 20 in. (76.2 × 50.8 cm)
SUPP2000.1674
Private collection
Not on view
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"Take a drink - maybe you'll feel better," he urged huskily, and unscrewed the canteen top. "We all---"
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
N.C. Wyeth
1929
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
"I'm going away," she said in tremulous defiance.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1917
"I may never see this spot again, Deerslayer," she said, "and it contains the bodies of my mother and sister!"
N.C. Wyeth
1925
"She didn't come - she didn't come," he said over and over to himself. "She didn't come to see her old dad - and it's Christmas Day"
N.C. Wyeth
1914
Little John Fights with the Cook in the Sheriff's House
At last he made a dart upon Roger and the chase grew furious. Dishes, plates, covers, pots and pans--all that came in the way of them went flying.
N.C. Wyeth
1917
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
"'You're pretty swift, aren't you?' she said cuttingly"
N.C. Wyeth
1908
"I seek him called Splinters," she said. "I heard your story from the window. Come with me."
N.C. Wyeth
1922
"Since when is a heathen wench's word better than that of twenty Christians?" asked one of the monks. "It is I who will decide whether she alone speaketh the truth, or all of you," Richard said sternly.
N.C. Wyeth
1931
She Saw Herself for What He Had Said, and Swooned
Howard Pyle
1909