Gustav Klimt Painting

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And yet even Daisy noticed a change in her father. He sat cowering over the fire - saying nothing, doing nothing.
"Why, father, ain't you well?" the girl asked more than once.
And, looking up, he would answer, "Yes, I'm well enough, nay girl, but I feels cold. It's awful cold. I never did feel anything like the cold we've got just now."
At eight the now familiar shouts and cries began again outside.
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The Avenger again!" "Another horrible crime!" "Extra speshul edition!" - such were the shouts, the exultant yells, hurled through the clear, cold air. They fell, like bombs into the quiet room.
Both Bunting and his wife remained silent, but Daisy's cheeks grew pink with excitement, and her eye sparkled.
"Hark, father! Hark, Ellen! D'you hear that?" she exclaimed childishly, and even clapped her hands. "I do wish Mr. Chandler had been here. He would 'a been startled!"
Gustav Klimt Painting