"No, Stiffy, but I'll trouble you for Mrs Bones the Butcher's Wife. _Thank_ you. And Daph, have you got Master Bones the Butcher's Son? _Thank_ you. Family! One to me!" And Nicky, triumphantly plucking from her hand four pink-backed cards, slaps them down upon the table face upwards. They are apparently family portraits. The first--that of Bones _pere_--depicts a smug gentleman, with appropriate mutton-chop whiskers, mutilating a fearsome joint upon a block; the second, Mrs Bones, an ample matron in apple-green, proffering to an unseen customer a haunch of what looks like anaemic cab-horse; the third, Miss Bones, engaged in extracting nourishment from a colossal bone shaped like a dumb-bell…
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