Alexei Alexeivich Harlamoff paintings

Alexei Alexeivich Harlamoff paintings
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Andrea del Sarto paintings
Alexandre Cabanel paintings
Call it that, then -- I must go,'' she said, drawing her little watch from her bosom.
She turned away, and he followed and caught her by the wrist. ``Well, then: come to me once,'' he said, his head turning suddenly at the thought of losing her; and for a second or two they looked at each other almost like enemies.
``When?'' he insisted. ``Tomorrow?''
She hesitated. ``The day after.''
``Dearest -- !'' he said again.
She had disengaged her wrist; but for a moment they continued to hold each other's eyes, and he saw that her face, which had grown very pale, was flooded with a deep inner radiance. His heart beat with awe: he felt that he had never before beheld love visible.
``Oh, I shall be late -- good-bye. No, don't come any farther than this,'' she cried, walking hurriedly away down the long room, as if the reflected radiance in his eyes had frightened her. When she reached the door she turned for a moment to wave a quick farewell.