'It's not a likeness of anybody that you or I know, I expect.

It seems to strike your fancy, dear.' 'It is so pretty,' replied Oliver.
'Why, sure you're not afraid of it ?' said the old lady: observing in great surprise, the look of awe with which the child regarded the painting.
'Oh no, no,' returned Oliver quickly; 'but the eyes look so sorrowful; and where I sit, they seem fixed upon me.

It makes my heart beat,' added Oliver in a low voice, 'as if it was alive, and wanted to speak to me, but couldn't.' 'Lord save us!' exclaimed the old lady, starting; 'don't talk in that way, child.

You're weak and nervous after your illness.

Let me wheel your chair round to the other side; and then you won't see it.