Patrick Devonas paintings

Patrick Devonas paintings
Peder Mork Monsted paintings
It was spoken very respectfully, but very firmly at the same time -- and it had its effect on my mistress as well as on me. She suffered Mr. Franklin to lead her back into the room. As the door closed on the two, the Sergeant, looking about among the women-servants in his observant way, noticed that while all the rest were merely frightened, Penelope was in tears. `When your father has changed his wet clothes,' he said to her, `come and speak to us, in your father's room.'
Before the half-hour was out, I had got my dry clothes on, and had lent Sergeant Cuff such change of dress as he required. Penelope came in to us to hear what the Sergeant wanted with her. I don't think I ever felt what a good dutiful daughter I had, so strongly as I felt it at that moment. I took her and sat her on my knee -- and I prayed God bless her. She hid her head on my bosom, and put her arms round my neck -- and we waited a little while in silence. The poor dead girl must have been at the bottom of it, I think, with my daughter and with me. The Sergeant went to the window, and stood there looking out. I thought it right to thank him for considering us both in this way -- and I did.
People in high life have all the luxuries to themselves -- among others, the luxury of indulging their feelings. People in low life have