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MARGARET leaned over the glass show-counter in Daddy Lerwick's curiosity-shop and looked down at the pathetic medley within.
Her figure, in its usual elaborate elegance, was in sharp contrast to the dingy surroundings. The fine camel's-hair shawls hung up behind her, the old velvet curtain with its tapestry border, the moth-eaten furs, the tarnished Mexican sombrero, the ancient horse-pistols, the innumerable curious articles which heaped every corner of the room, down to the chintz curtain, screening the rear end of the shop in a weak-minded and fluttering way, formed a patchwork background.