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At last, however, she had let Pascal Sarotte see her mind.
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
At last, however, she had let Pascal Sarotte see her mind.
Alternate Title(s)
Confiding in Him
Oil on canvas
1913
43 1/2 × 31 1/2 in. (110.5 × 80 cm)
SUPP2000.674
Private collection
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1912
"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"
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1914
"However, after six days o' restin' up, with salubrious fruits an' wines an' the most melojus concerts, my capt'n broaches the cause of why we're callin' on the Don Hidalgo Rodreego Cazamma."
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1915
The Supplicant Cora had cast herself to her knees; and, with hands clenched in each other and pressed upon her bosom, she remained like a beauteous and breathing model of her sex
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1919
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
"Her long pleasure was broken by a sound that she had waited for"
N.C. Wyeth
1915
"I may never see this spot again, Deerslayer," she said, "and it contains the bodies of my mother and sister!"
N.C. Wyeth
1925
"Your father--" Sabra would begin courageously, resolved to make him live again in the minds of the children
N.C. Wyeth
1929
"Don't mind me, fellows! Keep right on!" he shouted.
N.C. Wyeth
1904
We all listened breathless even after the last chord of it had ceased to throb.
N.C. Wyeth
1913
Yes, 'N', He'd Let a Roar Outer Him, An' Mebbe He'd Sing, "Hail Columbia, Happy Land!"
N.C. Wyeth
1914
Not withstanding her age she was compelled to follow the convoy of prisoners on foot, without any alleviation of her suffering.
N.C. Wyeth
1927