"If I thought he lived——" observed Wood. Jackson, mean time, produced a pocket-book; and, after deliberately sharpening the point of a pencil, began to write on a blank leaf. He reached the top floor and ran down the corridor to the little dressing room at the end where he had lost her before. Painting is only one slender branch of the great tree.
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