the last supper

the last supper
the last supper painting
picture of the last supper
leonardo da vinci last supper painting
¡¡¡¡"None." Defarge spoke, always looking straight before him. ¡¡¡¡"Will you answer me a single question?" ¡¡¡¡"Perhaps. According to its nature. You can say what it is." "In this prison that I am going to so unjustly, shall I have some free communication with the world outside?" ¡¡¡¡"You will see." ¡¡¡¡"I am not to be buried there, prejudged, and without any means of presenting my case?" ¡¡¡¡"You will see. But, what then? Other people have been similarly buried in worse prisons, before now." ¡¡¡¡"But never by me, Citizen Defarge." ¡
oil painting
¡¡¡Defarge glanced darkly at him for answer, and walked on in a steady and set silence. The deeper he sank into this silence, the fainter hope there was- or so Darnay thought- of his softening in any slight degree. He, therefore, made haste to say: It is of the utmost importance to me (you know, Citizen, even better than I, of how much importance), that I should be able to communicate to Mr. Lorry of Tellson's Bank, an English gentleman who is now in Paris, the simple fact, without comment, that I have been thrown into the prison of La Force. Will you cause that to be done for me?"