And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. Every house-top, every window, every wall, every projection, had its occupants. The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. "My wife and daughter, Sir," said the carpenter, introducing them to his guest.
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