the last supper painting

the last supper painting
light could no longer stamp on his eye. Never did I weary of reading
to him; never did I weary of conducting him where he wished to go:
of doing for him what he wished to be done. And there was a pleasure
in my services, most full, most exquisite, even though sad- because he
claimed these services without painful shame or damping humiliation.
He loved me so truly, that he knew no reluctance in profiting by my
attendance: he felt I loved him so fondly, that to yield that
the last supper painting
One morning at the end of the two years, as I was writing a
letter to his dictation, he came and bent over me, and said-
'Jane, have you a glittering ornament round your neck?'
I had a gold watch-chain: I answered 'Yes.'
'And have you a pale-blue dress on?'
I had. He informed me then, that for some time he had fancied the
obscurity clouding one eye was becoming less dense; and that now he
was sure of it.
He and I went up to London. He had the advice of an eminent
the last supper painting