We dine at seven-thirty. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. But there was an abiding serpent in this Eden. She never had been much of a looker, but she had stopped worrying about such things long ago. “You have not feeling enough. " "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. ” “I am delighted to see you all here,” Anna said smiling upon them from behind the tea-tray, “but I shall have to ask you to excuse me for a few minutes. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off.
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