Friday, May 30, 2008

Behrens Villa Balbainello painting

Behrens Villa Balbainello painting
Behrens Villa Cipriani Archway painting
Behrens Village Hideaway painting
Behrens Vista Riviera painting
Then they waited in silence for what seemed a long time. The hooting of a distant owl was all the sound that troubled the dead stillness. Tom's reflections grew oppressive. He must force some talk. So he said in a whisper:
"Hucky, do you believe the dead people like it for us to be here?"
Huckleberry whispered:
"I wisht I knowed. It's awful solemn like, ain't it?"
"I bet it is."
There was a considerable pause, while the boys canvassed this matter inwardly. Then Tom whispered:
"Say, Hucky -- do you reckon Hoss Williams hears us talking?"
"O' course he does. Least his sperrit does."
Tom, after a pause:
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"I wish I'd said Mister Williams. But I never meant any harm. Everybody calls him Hoss."

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