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"Enter, madame," said the Arab to the mother, and stood aside against the open door to let her pass in
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"Enter, madame," said the Arab to the mother, and stood aside against the open door to let her pass in
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
"Enter, madame," said the Arab to the mother, and stood aside against the open door to let her pass in
Oil on canvas
1912
30 × 22 in. (76.2 × 55.9 cm)
SUPP2000.1998
Cawley Family
Not on view
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"I may never see this spot again, Deerslayer," she said, "and it contains the bodies of my mother and sister!"
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