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Identifier: americanartamer01mont (find matches)
Title: American art and American art collections; essays on artistic subjects
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Montgomery, Walter
Subjects: Art Artists Art
Publisher: Boston, E.W. Walker & co
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Smithsonian Libraries

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r face. She yielded to them, weary as she was, and satdown on the straw, while the little pale things peeped into her basket and pulled her hair down, andthe feeble voices around her said, The Holy Virgin be praised ! It was the procession ! TheMother of God has had pity on us ! The other depicts Romola fetching water from the well for the sick in the little village to whichher boat had carried her, her gaze fixed intently on the distant slope, the long lines of her thick graygarment giving a gliding character to her rapid walk, her hair rolling backward and illuminated onthe left side by the sun-rays, the little olive baby on her right arm now looking out with jet blackeyes. A picture from another of the same novelists works, The Mill on the Floss, represents themeeting between Lucy and Maggie Tulliver: — Maggie, dear, be comforted, said Lucy now, putting her cheek against Maggies again;dont grieve. And she sat still, hoping to soothe Maggie with that gentle caress. AMERICAN ART 45
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The Visible Madonna. Drawn by Harper. I didnt mean to deceive you, Lucy, said Maggie, as soon as she could speak. It alwaysmade me wretched that I felt what I did nt like you to know. ... It was because I thought itwould all be conquered, and you might never see anything to wound you. I know, dear, said Lucy. I know you never meant to make me unhappy. . . . It is atrouble that has come on us all. You have more tobear than I have; and you gave him upwhen . . . you did what it must have been very hard to do. They were silent again a little while, sitting with clasped hands, and cheeks leaned together. Lucy, Maggie began again, he struggled too. He wanted to be true to you. He willcome back to you. Forgive him: he will be happy then. ... These words were wrung forth from Maggies deepest soul with an effort like the convulsedclutch of a drowning man. Lucy trembled and was silent. A gentle knock came at the door. It was Alice the maid, who entered and said: — I dared nt stay any longer,

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