. "There's Sharples," cried Quilt. How she had hated it!… All these
mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her
brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. When Jeremiah
admired the Compasses in the arms of the Carpenter's Company over the
chimney-piece, or the portraits of the two eminent masters of the rule and plane,
William Portington, and John Scott, Esquires, on either side of it, Solomon was
lost in wonder. Her normally shiny hair was
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stringy and flat. I want to give you time to think. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there
were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously.
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