Under her feet lay intricate mosaics, and each warm hall was festooned in tapestries. The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly, made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. It was a great relief to arrive at last at that pause when she could say to her aunt, “Now, dear?” and rise and hold back the curtain through the archway. ‘I allow anyone in.
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