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clergyman's good birth, old name, and sacred profession as
sufficient compensation for the want of fortune.
It was the 5th of November, and a holiday. My little servant, after
helping me to clean my house, was gone, well satisfied with the fee of
a penny for her aid. All about me was spotless and bright- scoured
floor, polished grate, and well-rubbed chairs. I had also made
myself neat, and had now the afternoon before me to spend as I would.
The translation of a few pages of German occupied an hour; then I
got my palette and pencils, and fell to the more soothing, because
easier occupation, of completing Rosamond Oliver's miniature. The head
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was finished already: there was but the background to tint and the
drapery to shade off; a touch of carmine, too, to add to the ripe
lips- a soft curl here and there to the tresses- a deeper tinge to the
shadow of the lash under the azured eyelid. I was absorbed in the
execution of these nice details, when, after one rapid tap, my door
unclosed, admitting St. John Rivers.
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