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. Anna comes to London. ‘Do not say such things, you—you imbecile. Listen, you. But where in the world was the girl? A door led to another chamber beyond. All we do is for your good. You should have known better, you cannot die, so your body and your instinct will 213 take over as your mind departs. I overlooked the mechanical imperfections of your work, the utter lack of finish, the crudeness of your drawing.
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