Sublime

房子很老，已经六百年了。房子里有一百个房间，房间

the stifling oppression of that gentlewoman’s world, where everything was done for her and none asked for her aid

she’d been in such a hurry to succeed, which she’d believed required an ambitious husband and a house that she owned outright.

the wife of an arriviste who had not arrived.

A house whose inside is as open and manifest as a bird’s nest, and you cannot go in at the front door and out at the back without seeing some of its inhabitants; where to be a guest is to be presented with the freedom of the house, and not to be carefully excluded from seven eighths of it, shut up in a particular cell, and told to make yourself at

it would not be necessary to pay for everything at

and it had a dangerous, banister-less staircase,