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room. She had brought an old writing-desk from upstairs and put it between the fireplace and the window. Edwin thought:
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Doesn’t she even know the light ought to fall over the left shoulder, not over the right? Letter paper and envelopes and even stamps were visible; and a miscellaneous mass of letters and bills had been pushed into the space between the flat of the desk and the small drawers about it. There was also an easy-chair, with a freshly-covered cushion on it; a new hearthrug that Edwin neither recognised nor approved of; several framed prints, and other oddments. His own portrait still dominated the mantelpiece, but it was now flanked by two brass candle-sticks. He thought:
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If she’d ask me, I could have arranged it for her much better than that.