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“You are making your dress?”
“Such as it is. ”
Miss Miniver followed with an expression of perplexity, her mouth shaped to
futile expositions. Some years after the date of this history, an
immense ventilator was placed at the top of the Gate, with the view of purifying
the prison, which, owing to its insufficient space and constantly-crowded state,
was never free from that dreadful and contagious disorder, now happily
unknown, the jail-fever. “Is it any one you know?” Brendon asked. The subterranean level of the
Diedermayer house was fully bedecked with every luxury
known to mankind. “Is Miss Stanley coming up with us?”
“I go second,” she said, “and change at Wimbledon. Besides the table close by loaded
with books, there was a central table with upright chairs around, covered in a
multitude of papers, inks and quills, and assorted unrelated items such as playing
cards.
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