Anna stood looking down upon her sister with grave perturbed face. ’ Dieu du ciel, but she was a fool. That was the inconvenience of it; her head was swimming. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. At the first glance, he imagined he must have stumbled upon a museum of rarities, there were so many glass-cases, so many open cabinets, ranged against the walls; but the next convinced him that if Jonathan was a virtuoso, his tastes did not run in the ordinary channels.
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