”
She looked at him quizzically and shrugged. My mother died the day I was born; that’s what
they tell me. The chamber, into which he stole, like all carpenters' workshops, was crowded
with the implements and materials of that ancient and honourable art. After the sights he would have to twiddle his thumbs until the joints cracked. There is turmoil, shouts,
cries, jostlings, milling congestions that suddenly break and flow in opposite
directions. On one side of the handbill a print of the reigning sovereign, Anne,
had been pinned over the portrait of William the Third, whose aquiline nose,
keen eyes, and luxuriant wig, were just visible above the diadem of the queen. The day was so darkly overcast that she had to turn on
the small white porcelain lamp that sat upon the makeup
crowded vanity.
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