contemporary abstract painting

contemporary abstract painting
something awful, just so as to make a blurred impression - you takes my meaning? But there, at the end of six weeks the skin grew all right again, and in exactly the same little creases as before!"
"Poor devil!" said Bunting under his breath, and a cloud even came over Daisy's bright eager face.
They were now going along a narrower passage, and then again they came to a half-open door, leading into a room far smaller than that of the Finger-Print Identification Room.
"If you'll glance in there," said Joe briefly, "you'll see how we finds out all about any man whose finger-tips has given him away, so to speak. It's here we keeps an account of what he's done, his previous convictions, and so on. His finger-tips are where I told you, and his record in there - just connected by a number." Wonderful!" said Bunting, drawing in his breath. But Daisy was longing to get on - to get to the Black Museum. All this that Joe and her father were saying was quite unreal to her, and, for the matter of that not worth taking the trouble to understand. However, she had not long to wait.