“I think,” he said, “I was a little too mystical about beauty the other day. “You will pardon me, sir,” he said in a subdued tone, “but I think that you have forgotten to look at your engagement book. She slept in a bedroom clad in linens and skins, walked down hallways bedecked in the most gay and colorful frescos. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. “I am afraid that you are making a mistake.
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