cheverels

Updated: May 4, 2025

The bright moonlight was streaming through the windows, throwing into strange light and shadow the heterogeneous objects that lined the long walls Greek statues and busts of Roman emperors; low cabinets filled with curiosities, natural and antiquarian; tropical birds and huge horns of beasts; Hindoo gods and strange shells; swords and daggers, and bits of chain-armour; Roman lamps and tiny models of Greek temples; and, above all these, queer old family portraits of little boys and girls, once the hope of the Cheverels, with close-shaven heads imprisoned in stiff ruffs of faded, pink-faced ladies, with rudimentary features and highly-developed head-dresses of gallant gentlemen, with high hips, high shoulders, and red pointed beards.

George Eliot - Scenes of Clerical Life