Keeping hold of the doorhandle, she turned slowly. Breakfast was laid for one, a dish of fruit and a shining coffee equipage. Of what was she thinking? She must rescue herself. ’ Gerald looked round. Through one doorway she saw a grave Chinaman standing on a stage-like platform. 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.
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