There's a friend of Sir James—a young man, an engraver of masquerade tickets and caricatures,—his name I believe is Hogarth. The man who came to our rooms, you know, that night was his friend. “Your sister’s future is at stake. Her soft brown eyes, inherited from Larry, warmed an already pretty face. I’ll get in trouble. After an affectionate parting with Winifred, Thames was conducted by the carpenter to his sleeping apartment—a comfortable cosy chamber; such a one, in short, as can only be met with in the country, with its dimity-curtained bed, its sheets fragrant of lavender, its clean white furniture, and an atmosphere breathing of freshness. When the carpenter a moment afterwards stretched out his hand, scarcely knowing whether he was alive or dead, he found himself alone. Something drew you. She had never dreamed of such decadence, never imagined that young people could be so happy and healthy.
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