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Text for Page 093 [01-25-1859]

keep themselves to themselves, and don�t talk
at table.  Husband thin, spare, down-looking, with an
Americanized Louis Napoleonic cast of countenance.  Wife
a Jewess, thin, spare with very black hair � too prounouncee
to be pretty.   When she speaks utters the thinnest inani-
ties.    Three boys, no wise objectionable outwardly   Mrs Moore,
divorced wife, has room next to mine.  Youngish, with
rather a low forehead, plebeian face, not ill-looking.
Too eagerly-agreable in talk to people, and smiles in
advance of your observations � not pleasantly because
too much so.     Husband behaved very badly to her,
says Mrs P. � she got a divorce from him.    Of course.
Stops away from the house a week altogether, understood
to be visiting relatives.   Had a sister here to see her � ra-
ther superior in appearance.     Makes friends with poor
Miss Pierson, whom I�m beginning to like, because she
isn�t a humbug.   What a life for a woman, plain,
over forty, living in a front attic of a boarding-house, in
receipt of no attentions from anybody, or from what I see,
no affection.   Nothing to do, too.        One portrait I have
not yet sketched, Miss Cooper, Mrs Potter�s sister, 
the only unmarried one of the family.   Amiable � so
much so that it affects one painfully.   Even pleasant-
looking, possessing no such essentially Irish features
as her sister.   Sensible too, though too apt to follow
one�s conversational lead with undue pliancy.   Self-
respective and self-sacrificing, nurses her mother as-
siduously and is tormented by Mrs Gourverneur by day               
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