It’s not like we’re getting married. Only first you must find the lantern and light it again and leave it here, near the door, for me to find. 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. No matter how swiftly he pursued this riddle, he could not bring it to a halt.
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