Keeping to the shadow of the house, he crept forward until he
could see better without, he hoped, being seen. The blinds were all drawn, the
sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. ‘I have not asked for this trouble from anyone. Winifred's
features would have been pretty, for they were regular and delicately formed, if
they had not been slightly marked by the small-pox;—a disorder, that sometimes
spares more than it destroys, and imparts an expression to be sought for in vain
in the smoothest complexion. But what can we do? Here am I, fixed to respectability and this
laboratory; you’re living at home. Cut to pieces
—slashed—bloodied. Enchanted. I trust that no unpleasant rumours will be circulated
before the election, at any rate.
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