She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. ToC As Jack opened the gate, and crossed the little garden, which exhibited in every part the neatness and attention of its owner, he almost trembled at the idea of further disturbing her peace of mind. The kindly faced landlady had failed to catch his name, and said he was a tall, handsome gentleman with a great black mustache. Piano wire, stained with black rust from the horrible deeds she had committed.
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