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The queen lounged restfully on the divan among the cushions, looking out at him under lowered lashes, like one who dreams
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
The queen lounged restfully on the divan among the cushions, looking out at him under lowered lashes, like one who dreams
1923
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"If there is such a thing as justice or right anywhere, here or in some other world, that old man has a lot coming to him," said Cushions reverently
N.C. Wyeth
1914
"But Jean Baptiste and Cecile were left to dreams more beautiful than most, for they were real"
N.C. Wyeth
1909
He was a fine boy-an imaginative boy, with great dreams in his head.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
I found him sitting out under the moon, smoking a cheroot as usual.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
I step nearer and see a pistol under the seat and another pistol alongside him. I have a nidea o' grabing one o' them.
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1919
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"By the black rood of Waltham!" he roared, "if any knave among you lays a finger-end upon the edge of my gown, I will crush his skull like a filbert!"
N.C. Wyeth
1922
The rifle came down through the empty air. Like the wind itself, the silver queen shot into flight.
N.C. Wyeth
1916
Ten thousand dollars! Why, even one thousand dollars would keep him clothed, housed and fed for the few remaining years of his life and there would be enough left over to keep his old body out of Potter's Field. His hands trembled and the white fire of the diamonds flashed more temptingly.
N.C. Wyeth
1914
We were three days taking out even what gold and gems we could load on ourselves and our beasts, the treasure of three queens' pardons
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1922
Plate #5 | Another coil enclosed the frame | Of one who danced a queer fandango, | A freak that always signs her name | Like this; Ma'm'selle Oran-go-Tango.
Royal Lacey Scoville
ca. 1915
And there, quite close to him, was Elizabeth among her ladies, in a dressing gown, unpainted, without her wig, her gray hair hanging in wisps about her face, and her eyes starting from her head.
N.C. Wyeth
1928