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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
He raised his arms in silent worship
1907
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SUPP2000.1578
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The man with the hatful of cards picked a hand out of his reserves, put the hat on his head and raised Bill a hundred. Bill came back with a raise of two hundred, and as the other covered it he shoved a pistol into his face observing: "I'm calling the hand that is in your hat."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"--and no sooner had he the arms in his hands but, as if they had put new vigor into him, he flew upon his murderers like a fury"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
"At first, for some time, I was not able to answer him one word; but as he had taken me in his arms, I held fast by him, or I should have fallen to the ground"
N.C. Wyeth
1920
"It was with some difficulty that he found the way to his own house, which he approached with silent awe, expecting every moment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle."
N.C. Wyeth
1921
Magua Captures Alice He hesitated a moment; and then catching the light and senseless form of Alice in his arms, the subtle Indian moved swiftly across the plain toward the woods
N.C. Wyeth
1919
The chief raised his musket and fired
N.C. Wyeth
1940
"Take Me Back--Inside," Alice Said to the Man Who Had Her in His Arms. "I Feel Cold Here."
N.C. Wyeth
1908
The Flight Across the Lake The scout having ascertained that the Mohicans were sufficiently of themselves to maintain the requisite distance, deliberately laid aside his paddle, and raised that fatal rifle
N.C. Wyeth
1919
She was in his arms with an inarticulate cry.
N.C. Wyeth
1929
"Pauline," he said feebly, and fainted in her arms
N.C. Wyeth
1908
Ivy shut her eyes when she hit now. Those gibbering monkey men did not know it, but Ivy in her terror knew it; no longer was it arms swinging a vindictive ax, but it was an ax of panic swinging helpless arms.
N.C. Wyeth
1930
She was as slim as a boy, and danced with a lightness and suppleness of body and arms and hands unlike anything I have ever seen
N.C. Wyeth
1923