Painting is only one slender branch of the great tree. . “Thank you both for treating me for all the world like I was your child. She remembered him as a dull figure, a big man with a belly that was already showing fat under his fine scarlet clothes. He made the universe on those lines. But the father, to go his way forever alone! The iron in the man!—the iron in this child of his! Wanting a little love, a caress now and then. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed them for an instant upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry, which, however, was speedily stilled by the caresses of his mother, towards whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection.
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