
" It was a very low fire indeed; nothing on such a bitter night. He was obliged to sit close to it, and brood over it, before he could extract the least sensation of warmth from such a
handful of fuel. The fireplace was an old one, built by some Dutch
merchant long ago, and paved all round with quaint Dutch tiles,
designed to illustrate the Scriptures. There were Cains and Abels,
Pharaoh's daughters, Queens of Sheba, Angelic messengers descending
through the air on clouds like feather-beds,...
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