It was as if she had come
upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and
behind the door—nothing. Then she
dropped the curtain and stepped back into the room. She drifted northward
from the Strand, and came on some queer and dingy quarters. If only to say goodbye. They were in different key, they
had a different timbre. “But I am sorry,” she exclaimed. And instead he found her
playing the great lady, and playing it well. In this room was my
ruin begun: in this room it should be ended. On a sudden, a change came over her countenance, which, up to this
moment, had worn a smiling and satisfied expression. ‘She ought to be.
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