Stephen stood, holding the bundle. It was towardsevening and our two gondolas were as black as night and quite asmelancholy. There were sheets of thick paper on every surface and inky rags. For thefirst time Stephen saw himself with the crown, sceptre and orb.
Another room had heaps of queer red clothes,the like of which he had never seen before something between labourers'smocks and clergymen's robes. Are we where? asked Stephen. At Mr Brandy's death, the business came into the possession of his widow. He has been here severaltimes to ask Mr Norrell to take him as a pupil, but Mr Norrell has alwaysrefused to see him.
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