‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. Every movable mirror had been placed here, to discourage vanity, and since no whitewash covered the brocaded purple wallpaper, its pervasive hue gave an added sense of heaviness to the crowded chamber. Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she dragged out the black-wrapped foil.
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