Black and grey realism tattoo of a woman in a winged headdress and beaded necklaces, holding a snake, on the side of a torso.

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Egyptian-style woman with snake on side

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The tattoo shows a woman in an ornate headdress with a winged element, beaded necklaces and a serpent wrapped around her arm, with one hand raised near her mouth. The shading is smooth and detailed, with soft gradients on the skin, fine texture on the scales and sharp highlights on the beads and jewellery. The image is shown twice side by side, with the tattoo filling the frame across the side of the torso.

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Dear Nell,

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The drifts have buried the north road up to the second milestone, so the Hexham coach hasn't come and the carter's boy says it won't now until March. You will laugh, but the woman from the travelling company is still here, the one with the snake. Mr Pryce gave her the attic room over the scullery because she paid in gold sovereigns and wouldn't let the maids near her trunk. Her name is Madame Saphira on the bills, though the lamplighter swears she was Joan Hobday from Stockport before the stage got hold of her.

Every evening she sits by the copper hearth with the basket open and lets the creature coil over her forearm. The beads on her headdress catch the lamplight and throw small moons across the wallpaper. Last night she asked me to fetch her hand mirror, and when I passed it over she didn't look at her own face at all. She looked at the snow pressing against the window and said, very calmly, that the snake had been in her family longer than the theatre had.

This morning the basket was empty and the lid was latched. Madame Saphira sat at the table with her chin on her fist, the headdress folded beside her like a pair of wings put away for the season. She said the creature had gone up the flue after mice and would come down when the room was warm. I have set a saucer of milk by the ashes. I don't think I believe her, and I don't think she minds whether I do.

Write soon, and tell Father the cellar is holding.

Yours in haste, Ada

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