It's St Peter (one of the fishermen/apostles). Christ gave him the keys to heaven and hell. He's often portrayed at the gates of Heaven (see many New Yorker cartoons).
I will admit, my first reaction to that was: "Oh, he's holding a cellphone, that's nice" before my brain checked in and said NO>_
The Burke-Gilman trail in Seattle is designed for walkers and cyclists and I can tell you it is terrifying to walk on. At one point, not far from the University of Washington, it makes a blind corner towards a retirement home. I can tell it is satisfying to speed around that corner, swinging across the path with abandon. It is far less satisfying for anyone who is not extremely nimble on their feet, who does not have excellent hearing to detect silent bicycles speeding towards them or who does not have superpowered reflexes.
I think Irish setter works better -- similar but not as blond - and defined by the AKC as: Affectionate, Companionable, Energetic, Independent, Lively, Playful
I think Chris Pratt is more of an American retriever: Confident, Friendly, Intelligent, Kind, Reliable, Trustworthy
Both great dogs though!
Not women, but the romantic rival in a Wilkie Collins book dies because he exercises and runs a race (I think maybe a half-marathon -- can't remember...)
I just finished a book (Fanny Burney's The Wanderer) where a broken-hearted woman attempted public suicide (in front of the man she loved and her rival) multiple times (at a concert in drag, a summerhouse and by the side of a lane) and DIDN'T die, in spite of using a sharp dagger each time..
The thing about Jane is that the "abuse" before she went to school was that she had to make her own bed and had no-one in the house of her own age to play with. Yes, her school in the first year she was there was horrific -- but after the reform, she notes, briefly, that she loved it so much they had to find her a job so that she would leave. As a governess, she thought disparaging things about her charge Adele and frequently left her alone so she could go for long walks on the moor. It really wasn't Adele's fault that her mother worked in the opera.
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