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Again, at the mouth of the shaft, they shook hands in congratulation.
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
Again, at the mouth of the shaft, they shook hands in congratulation.
Oil on canvas
1913
dimensions unavailable
SUPP2000.1739
known by reproduction only
Not on view
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He thrust a dirty, crumpled wad of bills into the gasping mouth.
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1907
And putting their mouths to the level of a starry pool, they drank their fill
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1916
It showed me Hands and his companion locked together in deadly wrestle
N.C. Wyeth
1911
The boy, Moses, clad in princely garments, witnessed the bitter suffering of his people at the hands of the Egyptian taskmasters. As he grew in years he became increasingly conscious of his kinship with the oppressed and exploited workers
N.C. Wyeth
1928
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
The last morning Rowena came to my fire and, snatching the spider from me, took the job off my hands, baking the cakes while I ate
N.C. Wyeth
1921
"Up with your hands or we'll make this a shambles, now that we've started."
N.C. Wyeth
1913
"--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"
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1920
"Hands Up!"
N.C. Wyeth
1906
As I turned I saw her kneeling there, her hair all about her face, with her hands stretched out to me: and then I walked blindly away into the long grass of the marsh
N.C. Wyeth
1921
"One more step, Mr. Hands," said I, "and I'll blow your brains out"
N.C. Wyeth
1911
The Brushwood Folk and the Castle of Villefranche High and strong the chateau, lowly and weak the brushwood hut, but God help the seigneur and his lady when the men of the brushwood set their hands to the work of revenge!
N.C. Wyeth
1922