“He is evidently a friend of Mrs. Manning, “when I see beautiful things, or else I want to weep. Here and there, patches of flesh adhered to the bones, and the dank dripping hair hanging about what had once been the face, gave it a ghastly appearance. She had seen her really only at teas, with the Stanley strain in her uppermost. Saws, hammers, planes, axes, augers, adzes, chisels, gimblets, and an endless variety of tools were ranged, like a stand of martial weapons at an armoury, in racks against the walls. She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. Perhaps marriage hurt.
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