Edgar Degas paintings

SCARLETT: Sherman will bum the house over our heads if we stay. It's all right, Melanie, it's all right. MELANIE: There, there.... little baby.. RHETT: Have you the strength to put your arms around my neck?MELANIE: I think so. RHETT: Never mind. MELANIE: Oh,Ashley..Charles! RHETT: What is it? What does she want? SCARLETT: Ashley's picture and Charles' sword, she wants us to bring them. RHETT: Get them.(They venture all the way. At last they are pretty near Tara. Rhett suddenly stops.) SCARLETT: Why did you stop? RHETT: This is the turn to Tara. I let the horse breathe a bit. Mrs. Wilkes...PRISSY: Miss Melanie done fainted way back. Captain Butler. RHETT: She's probably better off. She couldn't stand the pain if she were conscious. Scarlett, are you still determined to

Edgar Degas paintings

Well, 'twas just a bit of luck being able to keep it dark for the present" - he still spoke in that stifled, hoarse whisper. "The poor soul' was found dead on a bench on Primrose Hill. And just by chance 'twas one of our fellows saw the body first. He was on his way home, over Hampstead way. He knew where he'd be able to get an ambulance quick, and he made a very clever, secret job of it. I 'spect he'll get promotion for that!"
"What about the clue?" asked Mrs. Bunting, with dry lips. "You said there was a clue?"
"Well, I don't rightly understand about the clue myself. All I knows is it's got something to do with a public-house, 'The Hammer and Tongs,' which isn't far off there. They feels sure The Avenger was in the bar just on closing - time."
And then Mrs. Bunting sat down. She felt better now. It was natural the police should suspect a public-house loafer. "Then that's why you wasn't able to go and fetch Daisy, I suppose?"
He nodded. "Mum's the word, Mrs. Bunting! It'll all be in the last editions of the evening newspapers - it can't be kep' out. There'd be too much of a row if 'twas!"
"Are you going off to that public-house now?" she asked.