Francois Boucher The Marquise de Pompadour

Francois Boucher The Marquise de PompadourFrank Dicksee PassionAndrea del Sarto Holy Family
her daemon now. When Mrs. Coulter had learned all she wanted to know about where the witches were, and how theya great sigh, as if the purpose of was clear to her at last.
Dimly the witch saw what she had done, and through the horror that was enveloping her she tried to cry out: "What will you do to her? What will you do?"
"Why, I shall have to destroy her," said Mrs. Coulter, "to prevent another Fall… Why didn't I see this before? It was too large to see…" guarded Lyra and Will, she said, "And now tell me this. You witches know something about the child Lyra. I nearly learned it from one of your sisters, but she died before I could complete the torture. Well, there is no one to save you now. Tell me the truth about my daughter."Lena Feldt gasped, "She will be the mother—she will be—she will disobey—she will—""Name her! You are saying everything but the most important thing! Name her!" cried Mrs. Coulter."Eve! Mother of all! Eve, again! Mother Eve!" stammered Lena Feldt, sobbing."Ah," said Mrs. Coulter.And she breathed