Lucy arranged her hair as Michelle had taught her instead of combing it out. The figure of the girl upon it in plain black dress, standing with her hands behind her, was an undeniable and astonishing likeness of herself. ‘Comment? This is not a mirror!’ It was a portrait. ‘I am far from imagining anything of the kind.
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