A very extraordinary lady compleats this malicious group. She does not appear to have any Christian name, but by the gang is termed the Glove Woman, as she constantly wears cotton-mittens. Sir Archy dryly insinuates that she keeps her arms thus covered because she has got the itch. She is about 48 years of age, is above the middle height, and has a sharp face. On her chin and upper lip there is a considerable quantity of fine downy hair, and she is somewhat pockfretten. Always dressed in a common fawn-coloured Norwich gown, with a plain cream-coloured camblet shawl, and wears a chip hat covered with black silk. The glove woman is remarkable for her skill in managing the machine. She frequently goes abroad. The rest of the gang, but particularly Sir Archy, are constantly bantering and plucking at her, like a number of rooks at a strange jack-daw: she has never been known to speak.

LET R

if this business don’t work out The Lord in his wisdom etcetera I want you my best clock easy chair and silver box my father brought from beyond the sea and my wedding ring Give Mary my great gold ring the topaz stone in it and also my silk camblet cloak and hood, laced with gold. If you can find him William the trunk marked with an M and a B in the attic. Martha Jenkins, my callamanca gown and petticoat. My gloves take especial care you know what they mean to me keep them in their silvered box. this might all work and be home for Easter. The machine is of the best Italian manufacture, and better than I had hoped. I have made it purr. know you know what I mean. you know I am happy and serious. You I save all for my words and my fingertips. I know you are why I risking everything. Always! G xo