Jacques-Louis David paintings

Jacques-Louis David paintings
John Everett Millais paintings
Damn you!' I cried out, `there's something wrong about Miss Rachel -- and you have been hiding it from me all this time!'
Sergeant Cuff looked up at me -- flat against the wall -- without stirring a hand, or moving a muscle of his melancholy face.
`Ah,' he said, `you've guessed it at last.'
My hand dropped from his collar, and my head sunk on my breast. Please to remember, as some excuse for my breaking out as I did, that I had served the family for fifty years. Miss Rachel had climbed upon my knees, and pulled my whiskers, many and many a time when she was a child. Miss Rachel, withNOTHING happened in the night; and (I am happy to add) no attempt at communication between Miss Rachel and Rosanna rewarded the vigilance of Sergeant Cuff.
I had expected the Sergeant to set off for Frizinghall the first thing in the morning. He waited about, however, as if he had something else to do first. I left him to his own devices; and going into the grounds shortly after, met Mr. Franklin on his favourite walk by the shrubbery side.