William Bouguereau paintings

William Bouguereau paintings
Yvonne Jeanette Karlsen paintings
Avtandil paintings
keep it secret; it's like you were found in a rare-book vault, you know, that nobody but an old grand chancellor and his viziers had got the keys to."
A dismaying thing occurred to me. "Then Billy Bocksfuss might not even be my right name!"
Max patted my leg -- which owing to the hard oak tabletop had gone numb to pain and love-pats alike. "It was the right name for you when I got you, boy, but it's not yourreal one, the way you mean. You were an orphan of the storm, like me, that the student race made their goats. Your poor leg and foot were bunged up so by the tape-cans I didn't think you'd ever walk, even if nobody stole you away or killed you in the play-pound. And when I saw what a fine little buck you were growing to be on Mary Appenzeller's milk, I said, 'Well Mary, that's some billy we got ourselves,nein ?And it shouldn't surprise me he'll sprout two horns to go with that hoof of his. . .' "
Now he grasped hard my senseless limb."Ach, Billy, I tell you, I loved you so fr