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[Lambermont <chi...@ka...>]

T doors of the terrace begin to open one by one. By a quarter past, the
servant-girls, having lighted their fires, and put the kettle on to boil
for breakfast, are ostensibly busy in sweeping the pathways of the small
front-gardens, but are actually enjoying a simultaneous gossip together
over the garden railings--a fleeting pleasure, which must be nipped in
the bud, because master goes to town at half-past eight, and his boots
are not yet cleaned, or his breakfast prepared. Now