Eliza and Georgiana

Eliza was putting on her bonnet and warm garden coat to go and feed her poultry, an occupation of which she was fond. Georgiana sat on a high stool, dressing her hair at the glass and interweaving her curls with artificial flowers and faded feathers,. She had found a store in a drawer in the attic. From this window were visible the porter's lodge in the carriage road. And just as i had dissolved so much of the silver white foliage veiling the panes as left room to look out, i saw the gates thrown open and a carriage roll through. I watched it ascending the drive with indifference. Carriages often came to gateshead, but none ever brought

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