leonardo da vinci painting

This was the Carmagnole. As it passed, leaving Lucie frightened and bewildered in the doorway of the wood-sawyer's house, the feathery snow fell as quietly and lay as white and soft, as if it had never been. ¡¡¡¡"O my father!" for he stood before her when she lifted up the eyes she had momentarily darkened with her hand; "such a cruel, bad sight." ¡¡¡¡"I know, my dear, I know. I have seen it many times. Don't be frightened! Not one of them would harm you." ¡¡¡¡"I am not frightened for myself, my father. But when I think of my husband, and the mercies of these people--" ¡¡¡¡"We
and I came to tell you. There is no one here to see. You may kiss your hand towards that highest shelving roof." ¡¡¡¡"I do so, father, and I send him my Soul with it!" ¡¡¡¡"You cannot see him, my poor dear?" ¡¡¡¡"No, father," said Lucie, yearning and weeping as she kissed her hand, "no." ¡¡¡¡A footstep in the snow. Madame Defarge. "I salute you, citizeness," from the Doctor. "I salute you, citizen." This in passing. Nothing more. Madame Defarge gone, like a shadow over the white road.