She refused coffee, though she knew that anyhow she was doomed to a sleepless night. Each wing had a small cupola; and, in the centre of the pile rose a larger dome, surmounted by a gilded ball and vane. She was still fully dressed; so all she had to do was to pause before the mirror and give her hair a few pats. Her momentary instinct was to run to him and be comforted, like the old times. The bed-and table-linen were of the finest texture. As for my past, Michelle, and Michael’s, it is a book of woeful chapters better left unread.
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