“It isn’t only the dance,” she said. I wish to prevent a repetition of any such errand as I presume you have come here upon this evening. “I don’t understand. 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. Above her head was an aura of white fire.
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