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Grace's exhibition of herself, in the act of pulling-to the

-curtains, had been the result of an unfortunate incident in the

house that day--nothing less than the illness of Grammer Oliver, a

woman who had never till now lain down for such a reason in her life

Like others to who their bed alnant as death itself, she had

continued on foot till she literally fell on the floor; and though she

had, as yet, been scarcely a day off duty, she had sickened into quite

a different personage from the independent Grammer of the yard and

spar-house Ill as she was, on one point she was firm On no account

would she see a doctor; in other words, Fitzpiers

The room in which Grace had been discerned was not her own, but the old

woe from

Grammer, to the effect that she would ht

Grace entered, and set the candle on a low chair beside the bed, so

that the profile of Grammer as she lay cast itself in a keen shadow

upon the whitened wall, her large head being still further nified by

an enormous turban, which was, really, her petticoat wound in a wreath