oil paintings

¡¡¡¡"Now," said Solomon, stopping at the dark street coriner, "what do you want?" ¡¡¡¡"How dreadfully unkind in a brother nothing has ever turned my love away from!" cried Miss Pross, "to give me such a greeting, and show me no affection." ¡¡¡¡"There. Con-found it! There," said Solomon, making a dab at Miss Pross's lips with his own. "Now are you content?" ¡¡¡¡Miss Pross only shook her head and wept in silence. ¡¡¡¡"If you expect me to be surprised," said her brother Solomon, "I am not surprised; I knew you were here;
I know of most people who are here. If you really don't want to endanger my existence- which I half believe you do- go your ways as soon as possible, and let me go mine. I am busy. I am an official." ¡¡¡¡"My English brother Solomon," mourned Miss Pross, casting up her tear-fraught eyes, "that had the makings in him of one of the best and greatest of men in his native country, an official among foreigners, and such foreigners! I would almost sooner have seen the dear boy lying in his--"