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huge fires glowed orange, and pointed down at the tiles, which
showed windmills and castles and men in armour, and said they were
made by the clever Mr. William de Morgan, who made tiles better
than anybody had made them for hundreds of years. There was much
furniture, so highly polished that its very solidity made it the more
airy, there were such broad surfaces reflecting the warmed and ruddy
light. The winter day, which was blanched and cold, was annulled;
and we were happy, particularly when Miss Furness took us to see
her mother, who now never left her room. She wore a huge silver
chignon, through which ran some streaks as sandy as her daughter’s
hair. We had always known that the other girls were talking
nonsense when they said that the curious hollow crescent across Miss
Furness’s head was a transformation. Mrs. Furness had had a relative
who was one of the first English amateur photographers, and she
showed us some portraits, very sharp and linear and refined, almost
like drawings, except for the pale, milky blacks, of Lewis Carroll and
some little girls at a tea-party he gave to celebrate the publication of
Alice in Wonderland. What amused us so much that we could hardly
keep our minds on the photographs was that Mrs. Furness had an
asthmatic pug lying beside her which was exactly like the pug we
had made up when we were younger and had first come to
Lovegrove Place. Finally we had to
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huge fires glowed orange, and pointed down at the tiles, which
showed windmills and castles and men in armour, and said they were
made by the clever Mr. William de Morgan, who made tiles better
than anybody had made them for hundreds of years. There was much
furniture, so highly polished that its very solidity made it the more
airy, there were such broad surfaces reflecting the warmed and ruddy
light. The winter day, which was blanched and cold, was annulled;
and we were happy, particularly when Miss Furness took us to see
her mother, who now never left her room. She wore a huge silver
chignon, through which ran some streaks as sandy as her daughter’s
hair. We had always known that the other girls were talking
nonsense when they said that the curious hollow crescent across Miss
Furness’s head was a transformation. Mrs. Furness had had a relative
who was one of the first English amateur photographers, and she
showed us some portraits, very sharp and linear and refined, almost
like drawings, except for the pale, milky blacks, of Lewis Carroll and
some little girls at a tea-party he gave to celebrate the publication of
Alice in Wonderland. What amused us so much that we could hardly
keep our minds on the photographs was that Mrs. Furness had an
asthmatic pug lying beside her which was exactly like the pug we
had made up when we were younger and had first come to
Lovegrove Place. Finally we had to
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