Feel for the lock, and prize it open,—you don't need to be told how. 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. As silent as she had remained about who had brought her home last night. ‘Jacques, you have been very much my friend.
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