The Craze of Christina — page 23: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

The Craze of Christina. 19 there was a paucity of legs and arms, and an almost entire destitution of noses. Beyond this cheerful parterre was a sunk fence, and then the park, dotted over with fine trees and with a boundary of low wood-clad hills. Three roads converging towards the house approached it from divergent directions, lying white and level upon the carpet of green turf which they inter- sected; and as Mr. Clifford stood looking help- lessly, and almost hopelessly, out over his new domain, three black specks detached them- selves almost simultaneously from the dark background of the woods at the far end of the three roads, and advanced swiftly and steadily along the ribbon-like lines towards the house. “If | might make so bold as to suggest, Mr. Clifford,’’ said at this moment the voice of Docker behind him, ‘“‘there’s my cousin, Mr. George Jones, at Oldcastie, as would be most happy to undertake the paperin’ and paintin’ and such like of the house for you. A builder and contractor, to say nothing of being glazier, plumber and carpenter as well, is Jones, and as honest a man as you could find to do your work, sir; he’d wait on you with pleasure at any hour convenient.. [’ll send the groom into Oldcastle to request him to come up and speak to you, sir, if——”’ f Gomichooksacom -