Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Red Hat

Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Red HatDiane Romanello WindsongDiego Rivera The Flower Seller
with savage laughter. It was a face to be dominated by, or to fight: never a face to patronize or pity. All his movements were large and perfectly balanced, like those of a wild animal, and when he appeared in a room like this, he "No!"
The quiet cry came before she could hold it back. Lord Asriel heard and turned at once.
"Who's there?"
She couldn't help herself. She tumbled out of the wardrobe and scrambled up to snatch the glass from his hand. The wine flew out, splashing on the edge of seemed a wild animal held in a cage too small for it.At the moment his expression was distant and preoccupied. His daemon came close and leaned her head on his waist, and he looked down at her unfathomably before turning away and walking to the table. Lyra suddenly felt her stomach lurch, for Lord Asriel had taken the stopper from the decanter of Tokay, and was pouring a glass.