fine art oil painting

Now, Mr. Cruncher," said Miss Pross, whose eyes were red with felicity; "if you are ready, I am." ¡¡¡¡Jerry hoarsely professed himself at Miss Pross's service. He had worn all his rust off long ago, but nothing would file his spiky head down. ¡¡¡¡"There's all manner of things wanted," said Miss Pross, "and we shall have a precious time of it. We want wine, among the rest. Nice toasts these Redheads will be drinking, wherever we buy it." ¡¡

¡¡"It will be much the same to your knowledge, miss, I should think," retorted Jerry, "whether they drink your health or the Old Un's." ¡¡¡¡"Who's he?" said Miss Pross. ¡¡¡¡Mr. Cruncher, with some diffidence, explained himself as meaning "Old Nick's." ¡¡¡¡"Ha!" said Miss Pross, "it doesn't need an interpreter to explain the meaning of these creatures. They have but one, and it's Midnight Murder, and Mischief." ¡¡¡¡"Hush, dear! Pray, pray, be cautious!" cried Lucie.