
This bookmark shows the downside of London in 1872. This reproduction of a print by Gustave Dore shows Orange Court, just off Drury Lane. Again this was purchased in the Museum of London, a great place for a day out in the capital.
"Mrs. Brandon did not answer. She had ceased to fan herself with the Illustrated London News and now she lay back on the sofa quite still. Her eyes remained open, but they stared in front of her at nothing in particular. Mrs Dadds made preparations to leave the room. She was an unobservant woman and did not notice that her mistress was dead."
"Is there a local mafia?" asked Bianchi.
"Mafia?" exclaimed Micciche with the same incredulity he would have displayed had he been asked whether the inhabitants of Nisima had webbed feet. "What Mafia? All nonsense!"
"Is there a local mafia?" asked Bianchi.
"Mafia?" exclaimed Micciche with the same incredulity he would have displayed had he been asked whether the inhabitants of Nisima had webbed feet. "What Mafia? All nonsense!"
"The known facts about Elizabeth's Siddal's life are few; knowledge of her personality, opinions and emotions is even scantier. Of her 'true self' only her paintings, drawings and poetry survive, and these do not admit of simple biographical analysis."
"Gabriel had fallen out of love with his dear dove, but did not know how to resolve the relationship to which he was in honour bound."