Strewn across the bed was a multitude of jumbled garments. Look at me. Here they remained till midnight when, calling for their reckoning and their steeds, they left the house. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. A quarter of an hour passed. In the general survey of the prison, taken in the preceding chapter, but little was said of the Lodge. Although she did not understand why he persisted in this pursuit of her affairs. She kept her face downcast. ‘Comment? This is not a mirror!’ It was a portrait. ‘And so you sneak back,’ she threw at him, ‘like the jackal that you are. She entered the room in the shadows.
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