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It was the sort of window which was common in Paris about the end of the / seventeenth century. It was high, mullioned, with a broad transom / across the centre, and above the middle of the transom a tiny coat of / arms -- three caltrops gules upon a field argent -- let into the / diamond-paned glass. Outside there projected a stout iron rod, from / which hung a gilded miniature of a bale of wool which swung and squeaked / with every puff of wind. Beyond that again were the houses of the other / side, high, narrow, and prim, slashed with diagonal wood-work in front, / and topped with a bristle of sharp gables and corner turrets. Between / were the cobble-stones of the Rue St. Martin and the clatter of / innumerable feet.
Inside, the window was furnished with a broad bancal of brown stamped / Spanish leather, where the family might recline and have an eye from / behind the curtains on all that was going forward in the busy world / beneath them. Two of them sat there now, a man and a woman, but their / backs were turned to the spectacle, and their faces to the large and / richly furnished room. From time to time they stole a glance at each / other, and their eyes told that they needed no other sight to make them / happy.