leonardo da vinci last supper painting

leonardo da vinci last supper painting
background, now drew near; a pale face looked over the solicitor's
shoulder- yes, it was Mason himself. Mr. Rochester turned and glared
at him. His eye, as I have often said, was a black eye: it had now a
tawny, nay, a bloody light in its gloom; and his face flushed- olive
cheek and hueless forehead received a glow as from spreading,
ascending heart-fire: and he stirred, lifted his strong arm- he
could have struck Mason, dashed him on the church-floor, shocked by
ruthless blow the breath from his body- but Mason shrank away and
leonardo da vinci last supper painting
cried faintly, 'Good God!' Contempt fell cool on Mr. Rochester- his
passion died as if a blight had shrivelled it up: he only asked- 'What
have you to say?'
An inaudible reply escaped Mason's white lips.
'The devil is in it if you cannot answer distinctly. I again
demand, what have you to say?'
'Sir- sir,' interrupted the clergyman, 'do not forget you are in
a sacred place.' Then addressing Mason, he inquired gently, 'Are you
aware, sir, whether or not this gentleman's wife is still living?'
'Courage,' urged the lawyer,- 'speak out.'
leonardo da vinci last supper painting