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Jacob’s Room

CHAPTER SEVEN
5/12

It has not arrived.
The flamingo hours fluttered softly through the sky.

But regularly they dipped their wings in pitch black; Notting Hill, for instance, or the purlieus of Clerkenwell.

No wonder that Italian remained a hidden art, and the piano always played the same sonata.

In order to buy one pair of elastic stockings for Mrs.Page, widow, aged sixty-three, in receipt of five shillings out-door relief, and help from her only son employed in Messrs.

Mackie's dye-works, suffering in winter with his chest, letters must be written, columns filled up in the same round, simple hand that wrote in Mr.Letts's diary how the weather was fine, the children demons, and Jacob Flanders unworldly.


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