My Sweet Rose painting

My Sweet Rose painting
Naiade oil painting
Nighthawks Hopper
Nude on the Beach
¡¡¡¡"Why, it's on the tip of your tongue. It ought to be, it must be, I'll swear it's there." ¡¡¡¡"Miss Manette, then!" ¡¡¡¡"Miss Manette, then!" ¡¡¡¡Looking his companion full in the face while he drank the toast, Carton flung his glass over his shoulder against the wall, where it shivered to pieces; then, rang the bell, and ordered in another. ¡¡¡¡"That's a fair young lady to hand to a coach in the dark, Mr. Darnay!" he said, filling his new goblet. ¡¡¡¡A slight frown and a laconic "Yes," were the answer. ¡¡¡¡"That's a fair young lady to be pitied by and wept for by! How does it feel? Is it worth being tried for one's life, to be the object of such sympathy and compassion, Mr. Darnay?" ¡¡¡¡Again Darnay answered not a word. ¡¡¡¡"She was mightily pleased to have your message, when I gave it her. Not that she showed she was pleased, but I suppose she was." ¡¡¡¡The allusion served as a timely reminder to Darnay that this disagreeable companion had, of his own free will, assisted him in the strait of the day. He turned the dialogue to that point, and thanked him for it.