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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
He heard her sob her way up-stairs
1905
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A little after midnight, Jesus and his disciples came down the stair and went out. Mark got up and followed. He had heard rumors of plots and schemes, and he was curious to know what would happen next
N.C. Wyeth
1929
I planted the layout and "lamped" out through the transom. I could see them at the head of the stairs, hammering on Kelly's door, and every man had his gun out
N.C. Wyeth
1914
Hardly Was He Half-Way up the Rope than They Heard Footsteps
Frank E. Schoonover
1916
The Battle of the Stairs
Howard Pyle
1904
The Lovers
Her foot is on the very lintel of the church, and yet he bars the way--
N.C. Wyeth
1922
The Indian in her had found its way to Portage la Drôme
N.C. Wyeth
1908
The Mother of John Paul Jones
A woman's drawn, sad face appeared at the door; she picked up the package, weighed it in her hand, then despite her years, shouted with extraordinary vigor at the fleeing youngster
N.C. Wyeth
1928
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
Now he knew--the gods had reserved her for him! He leaped at her like a lion, shouting: "I too have found what I wanted--my share of the wealth of Asia!"
N.C. Wyeth
1931
I climbed up over the bow, trying to make no noise. But Clews heard me
N.C. Wyeth
1919
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for The woman never changed her posture, never seemed to realize the approach of dawn; but Winston roused up, lifting his head to gaze wearily forward.
The woman never changed her posture, never seemed to realize the approach of dawn; but Winston roused up, lifting his head to gaze wearily forward.
N.C. Wyeth
1907
She clung to his neck, looking up at the hot sky, then closed her eyes, for it seemed that the yellow devils of the flood were on them
N.C. Wyeth
1913