5/21/2023 0 Comments Havisham by ronald frameThe squat and briefly indecisive, then reassuring ‘M'. ‘S', a show-off, not altogether to be trusted. Each one had its own character.Ĭomfortable spreading ‘H'. Painted in green letters on the sooty brick of the brewhouse wall.įat letters. My mother's clavecin was uncovered, and someone played it again – notwithstanding that it was out of tune – and that was the point at which the house stopped being a sepulchre and was slowly brought back to life. One evening several new candles were set in one of the chandeliers. My eyes became accustomed to the half-light. My first days were lived out in a hush of respectfully lowered voices as a procession of folk came to offer their condolences. The shutters were closed completely across some windows, and part-drawn at others. The chandeliers were left in situ, but wrapped in calico bags. My father draped the public rooms of Satis House in dust sheets.
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