‘Comment? This is not a mirror!’ It was a portrait. Wood. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. But his words were borne away by the driving wind. Anything that might stir the sense of love And God has mocked me through it all. . A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror. The Times slipped from his fingers.
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