Painting is only one slender branch of the great tree. “You must leave me your address if you please,” he said, as she rose to go. Their conversation degenerated again and again into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper. Her mother…. “I don’t believe there is one. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. The hills surrounded her cave home protectively. She meant to leave anyway, or so she would tell herself later. And then, for the first time, Wood noticed a small stream of blood coursing slowly down her cheek.
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