mona lisa smile

mona lisa smile
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thomas kinkade painting
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and peep into the balcony to look for me, and run in again when she saw I was there, while Jip remained behind, to bark injuriously at an immense butcher's dog in the street, who could have taken him like a pill. ¡¡¡¡Dora came to the drawing-room door to meet me; and Jip came scrambling out, tumbling over his own growls, under the impression that I was a Bandit; and we all three went in, as happy and loving as could be. I soon carried desolation into the bosom of our joys - not that I meant to do it, but that I was so full of the subject - by asking Dora, without the smallest preparation, if she could love a beggar?
oil painting¡¡¡¡My pretty, little, startled Dora! Her only association with the word was a yellow face and a nightcap, or a pair of crutches, or a wooden leg, or a dog with a decanter-stand in his mouth, or something of that kind; and she stared at me with the most delightful wonder. ¡¡¡¡'How can you ask me anything so foolish?' pouted Dora. 'Love a beggar!' ¡¡¡¡'Dora, my own dearest!' said I. 'I am a beggar!'