Edward Hopper Office in a Small City

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In the meantime she wandered aimlessly through the cas-tle’s many rooms, the swishing of her dress almost unheard above the background roar of the turbines of tedium:
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She’d spent the whole morning trying to learn to do tapestry, because Millie assured her that’s what queens did, and the sampler with to talk to. But nobblyess obligay—queens had to live Above Stairs.
Below Stairs there was only Shawn Ogg, who was clean-ing the oven of the huge iron stove and reflecting that this was no job for a military man.
“Where’s everyone gone?”
Shawn leapt up, banging his head on the stove. „ “Ow! Sorry, miss! Um! Everits message “Gods bless this Hosue” was even now lying forlornly on her chair.In the Long Gallery were huge tapestries of ancient battles, done by previous bored regal incumbents; it was amazing how all the fighters had been persuaded to stay still long enough. And she’d looked at the many, many paintings of the queens themselves, all of them pretty, all of them well-dressed according to the fashion of their times, and all of them bored out of their tiny well-shaped skulls.Finally she went back to the solar. This was the big room on top of the main tower. In theory, it was there to catch the sun. It did. It also caught the wind and the rain. It was a sort of drift net for anything the sky happened to throw.She yanked on the bellpull that in theory summoned a servant. Nothing happened. After a couple of further pulls, and secretly glad of the exercise, she went down to the kitchen. She would have liked to spend more time there. It was always warm and there was generally someone