Edgar Degas At the Milliners

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their soul a quick wash-and-brush-up and gen’rally keep on tellin’ the gods what a decent chap they was.’
‘Gaspode?’ said Victor levelly.
‘What?’resting on his sword.
‘It might not mean a man,’ he said. ‘Pictographic writing doesn’t work like that. It’s all down to context, you see.’ He racked his brains to think of some of the books he’d seen. ‘For example, in the Agatean language the signs for "woman" and "slave" written down together actually mean "wife".’
He looked closely at the page. The dead man - or the sleeping man, or the standing man resting his hands on his sword, the figure was so stylized it was hard to be sure seemed to appear beside ‘You were a performing dog. How come you know all this stuff?’ ‘I ain’t just a pretty face.’ ‘You aren’t even a pretty face, Gaspode.’ The little dog shrugged. ‘I’ve always had eyes and ears,’ he said. ‘You’d be amazed, the stuff you see and hear when you’re a dog. I dint know what any of it meant at the time, of course. Now I do.’ Victor stared at the pages again. There certainly was a figure which, if you half-closed your eyes, looked very much like a statue of a knight with his hands