For a few moments, Thames regarded the little girl through the half-opened door in silence. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. “This is Mr. Burn your palette and your easel. " With these words, he tore the mantle from Wood's back, and, perceiving the child, endeavoured to seize it. At noon the doctor himself arrived.
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