[Jboss-dev-forums] Htly struggling, her face upturned,

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Ls. A cage containing a canary hung between the curtains in the window,
and the bird, a wretched-looking animal--it was moulting--woke up at
their entrance and shrilled in the hateful manner peculiar to canaries.
This depressing room was lit by one gas-burner, which only permitted Ida
to take in all that had been described but vaguely and dimly. She looked
round aghast and with a sinking of the heart. She had never been in any
room like this before, and its lack of comfort, its vulgarity, struck
upon her strained nerves like a loud discordant note in music; but its
owner looked round complacently and turned the gas a little higher, as
he said: "I will go and fetch your cousin. Won't you sit down?" As he
spoke, the door opened and the original of the portrait on the wall
entered, followed by her daughter Isabel. Ida rose from the bumpy sofa
and saw a thin, harassed-looking woman, more faded ev