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but capable of flashes of scornful indignation when 

 bad work is done or the glue-pot boils over, are of 

 mother-o'-pearl ; his spotless waistcoat (he has a scut 

 to match) is of ermine. His necklace is of coral beads 

 and little pink cowries ; its middle ornament of silver, 

 suggesting the form of a hand. All the joys and 

 sorrows of the workshop are known to him ; his mild 

 eyes beam in glad sympathy with the elation of success, 

 and smile a kindly encouragement to weariness or the 

 dejection of failure. All my best friends know Pigot, 

 and never fail, on entering the workshop, to offer him 

 a respectful salutation. 



