You'd hear of odd things if I lived alone with that mawkish, waxen face: the most ordinary would be painting on its white the colours of the rainbow, and turning the blue eyes black, every day or two: they detestably resemble Linton's."

'You'd hear of odd things if I lived with that mawkish, waxen face: I'd be painting it the colours of the rainbow, and turning the blue eyes black: they detestably resemble Linton's.'
