picture of the last supper

picture of the last supper
air" of Nebuchadnezzar in the fields about you, that is certain:
your hair reminds me of eagles' feathers; whether your nails are grown
like birds' claws or not, I have not yet noticed.'
'On this arm, I have neither hand nor nails,' he said, drawing
the mutilated limb from his breast, and showing it to me. 'It is a
mere stump- a ghastly sight! Don't you think so, Jane?'
'It is a pity to see it; and a pity to see your eyes- and the
scar of fire on your forehead: and the worst of it is, one is in
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danger of loving you too well for all this; and making too much of
you.'
'I thought you would be revolted, Jane, when you saw my arm, and my
cicatrised visage.'
'Did you? Don't tell me so- lest I should say something disparaging
to your judgment. Now, let me leave you an instant, to make a better
fire, and have the hearth swept up. Can you tell when there is a
good fire?'
'Yes; with the right eye I see a glow- a ruddy haze.'
'And you see the candles?'
'Very dimly- each is a luminous cloud.' picture of the last supper