‘Comment? This is not a mirror!’ It was a portrait. Pale, flesh-colored light filtered in through the corners of the house. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. If you ask me, you’ll have to beat her regularly if you don’t want to live a dog’s life. “I wonder which of us is right,” she said. But his treasured dream lay shattered at his feet. Warm reality was now so near her she could hear it beating in her ears. She had often wondered if Hoddy would ever go back to it.
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