took
possession
of the
lonely
parlour,
converting
it into a
nursery:
and there
I was,
sitting
with the
moaning
doll of a
child laid
on my
knee;
rocking it
to and
fro, and
watching,
meanwhile,
the still
driving
flakes
build up
the
uncurtained
window,
when the
door
opened,
and some
person
entered,
out of
breath and
laughing!
My anger
was
greater
than my
astonishment
for a
minute. I
supposed
it one of
the maids,
and I
cried –
