the last supper painting

the last supper painting
heard the cry; and it was on the afternoon of the day following I
was summoned downstairs by a message that some one wanted me in Mrs.
Fairfax's room. On repairing thither, I found a man waiting for me,
having the appearance of a gentleman's servant: he was dressed in deep
mourning, and the hat he held in his hand was surrounded with a
crape band.
'I daresay you hardly remember me, Miss,' he said, rising as I
entered; 'but my name is Leaven: I lived coachman with Mrs. Reed
when you were at Gateshead, eight or nine years since, and I live
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there still.'
'Oh, Robert! how do you do? I remember you very well: you used to
give me a ride sometimes on Miss Georgiana's bay pony. And how is
Bessie? You are married to Bessie?'
'Yes, Miss: my wife is very hearty, thank you; she brought me
another little one about two months since- we have three now- and both
mother and child are thriving.'
'And are the family well at the house, Robert?'
'I am sorry I can't give you better news of them, Miss: they are
very badly at present- in great trouble.'
'I hope no one is dead,' I said, glancing at his black dress. He the last supper painting