Finally, tax collectors got permission to visit Ms. Emily’s house. When they arrived the Ms. Emily’s house, it looked like a haunted house, which is usually shown in horror movies. Even though the house itself was built by using expensive marbles and other luxurious building materials with high – quality accessories, most of them got rusty and broken apart. They passed through a big metal gate and broken wooden fences. A Negro, who is a servant of this house, guided them to a living room. “I need to inform Ms. Emily that visitors are arrived.” A Negro said. They looked around the living room. It was a neat, gorgeous room that reflects Ms. Emily’s past. Soon, a Negro came back. “Follow me.” He said. They walked through the dark, dusty hall. There is antiquefurniture, which seemed that they hadn’t been used for a long time. The leather couch was all cracked and covered by green mold. The old wood table seemed that it already collapsed a lot. At the end of the dank hall, there was a tarnished silver easel, which has a portrait of a woman sitting on the bench. That graceful woman with agorgeous silk dress and a fur coat was reading a book with a serious facial expression. Her face was really white just like a Barbie doll.However, one strange thing is that only the background was really dark just like a night sky without stars and moon. This dull background was a contrast to the woman who has milky skin and bright garments on her body. The woman had a mild, benevolent smile. When a Negro arrived Ms. Emily’s room he knocked the door twice. “Come on in!” Ms. Emily said.
Finally, tax collectors got permission to visit Ms. Emily’s house. When they arrived the Ms. Emily’s house, it looked like a haunted house, which is usually shown in horror movies. Even though the house itself was built by using expensive marbles and other luxurious building materials with high – quality accessories, most of them got rusty and broken apart. They passed through a big metal gate and broken wooden fences. A Negro, who is a servant of this house, guided them to a living room. “I need to inform Ms. Emily that visitors are arrived.” A Negro said. They looked around the living room. It was a neat, gorgeous room that reflects Ms. Emily’s past. Soon, a Negro came back. “Follow me.” He said. They walked through the dark, dusty hall. There were some antique furnitures, which seemed that they hadn’t been used for a long time. The leather couch had cracked green mold and old wood table seemed that it already collapsed a lot. At the end of the dank hall, there was a tarnished silver easel, which has a portrait of one woman, sitting on the bench. That graceful woman with gorgeous silk dress and fur coat was reading a book seriously. Her face was really white just like a Barbie doll. It seemed that some old painters might draw the woman in the portrait because the woman is drawn from bottom to top. However one weird thing is that only the background was really dark just like a dark night sky without stars and moon. This dull background was a contrast to the woman who has milky skin and bright garments on her body. The woman had a mild, benevolent smile. When a Negro arrived Ms. Emily’s room he knocked the door twice. “Come on in!” Ms. Emily said.
They walked through the dark, dusty hall. There were some antique furnitures, which seemed that they hadn’t been used for a long time. The leather couch had cracked green mold and old wood table seemed that it already collapsed a lot. At the end of the dank hall, there was a tarnished silver easel, which has a portrait of one woman, sitting on the bench. That graceful woman with gorgeous silk dress and fur coat was reading a book seriously. Her face was really white just like a Barbie doll. It seemed that some old painters might draw the woman in the portrait because the woman is drawn from bottom to top. However one weird thing is that only the background was really dark just like a dark night sky without night and moon. This dull background was a contrast to the woman who has milky skin and bright garments on her body.
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