Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting

Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting
Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Smile
open no fresh well of emotion in his heart: my sole present aim was to
cheer him. Cheered, as I have said, he was: and yet but by fits. If
a moment's silence broke the conversation, he would turn restless,
touch me, then say, 'Jane.'
'You are altogether a human being, Janet? You are certain of that?'
'I conscientiously believe so, Mr. Rochester.'
'Yet how, on this dark and doleful evening, could you so suddenly
rise on my lone hearth? I stretched my hand to take a glass of water
from a hireling, and it was given me by you: I asked a question,
expecting John's wife to answer me, and your voice spoke at my ear.'
'Because I had come in, in Mary's stead, with the tray.'

'And there is enchantment in the very hour I am now spending with
you. Who can tell what a dark, dreary, hopeless life I have dragged on
for months past? Doing nothing, expecting nothing; merging night in
day; feeling but the sensation of cold when I let the fire go out,
of hunger when I forgot to eat: and then a ceaseless sorrow, and, at
times, a very delirium of desire to behold my Jane again. Yes: for her
restoration I longed, far more than for that of my lost sight. How can
it be that Jane is with me, and says she loves me? Will she not depart
as suddenly as she came? To-morrow, I fear I shall find her no more.