Claude Lorrain paintings

Claude Lorrain paintings
Claude Monet paintings
Charles Chaplin paintings
He bent over the boy and contemplated him with kind and pitying interest, tapping the young cheek tenderly and smoothing back the tangled curls with his great brown hand. A slight shiver passed over the boy's form. Hendon muttered:
"See, now, how like a man it was to let him lie here uncovered and fill his body with deadly rheums. Now what shall I do? "Twill wake him to take him up and put him within the bed, and he sorely needeth sleep."
He looked about for extra covering, but finding none, doffed his doublet and wrapped the lad in it, saying, "I am used to nipping air and scant apparel, "tis little I shall mind the cold"-then walked up and down the room to keep his blood in motion, soliloquizing as before. His injured mind persuades him he is Prince of Wales; "twill be odd to have a Prince of Wales still with us, now that he that was the prince is prince no more, but king-for this poor mind is set upon the one fantasy, and will not reason out that now it should cast by the prince and call itself the king.... If my father liveth still, after these seven years that I have heard naught from home in my foreign dungeon, he will welcome the poor lad and give him generous shelter for my sake; so will my good elder brother, Arthur; my other brother, Hugh-but I will crack his crown, an he interfere, the fox-hearted, ill-conditioned animal! Yes, thither will we fare-and straightway, too."