‘And it is not only a question of her identity, but a matter of her life as well. She stopped eating. ’ ‘You mean I need not have said it? Damnation. You didn’t even put the twelve words. There's a friend of Sir James—a young man, an engraver of masquerade tickets and caricatures,—his name I believe is Hogarth. The ladder was now within reach. He would never be able to compose upon it, but it would serve to produce the finished work. But she was not sure just how to reach it.
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