Mary Cassatt paintings

Mary Cassatt paintings
Maxfield Parrish paintings
Martin Johnson Heade paintings
Nancy O'Toole paintings
"I see none here but paltry knaves, scum o' the streets. Which is he?"
The jailer laughed.
"Here," he said; 'scan this big animal, and grant me an opinion."
The old man approached, and looked Hendon over, long and earnestly, then shook his head and said:
"Marry, this is no Hendon-nor ever was!"
"Right! Thy old eyes are sound yet. An I were Sir Hugh, I would take the shabby carle and-"
The jailer finished by lifting himself a-tiptoe with an imaginary halter, at the same time making a gurgling noise in his throat suggestive of suffocation. The old man said, vindictively:
"Let him bless God an he fare no worse. An I had the handling o' the villain, he should roast, or I am no true man!"
The jailer laughed a pleasant hyena laugh, and said:
"Give him a piece of thy mind, old man-they all do it. Thou"lt find it good diversion."
Then he sauntered toward his anteroom and disappeared. The old man dropped upon his knees and whispered: