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She looked at herself in a dressing-glass near the window, which she had never placed there, and saw that she was pale and had dark marks under her eyes, but not more so than had been the case in that yesterday so strangely and mysteriously removed in time. Her slender white arms and throat were as rounded as usual. And if she had been ill, why was she left alone like this?
"I have no money about me, for I paid my last half-crown to the post-boy, but this will do as well for a toss as anything else;" and she laid her hands on the dressing-glass as she spoke. "Now the call shall be 'safe, or 'smash; whoever calls 'safe, if the glass comes down unbroken, has the choice, and vice versa.
"Younker" was now a term of bitternesss to me; on the word "lad" I looked with sovereign contempt; "boy" I had long done with. Heartily I prayed for a beard, but it came not; so, in order to supply the deficiency, I used to practise looking stern before my dressing-glass.
"Oh, sir," said the man; "Oh, sir, surely you did not appear on parade with that face?" and then he burst into a fit of the most uncontrollable laughter. Like lightning a horrid doubt shot across my mind. I sprung over to the dressing-glass, which had been replaced, and oh: horror of horrors! There I stood as black as the king of Ashantee.
Dandy as he generally was, he looked unusually smart this time, with snow-white ducks and a velvet waistcoat, pumps like a dressing-glass, lace to his shirt, and a blue coat with gold buttons.
A patchwork quilt on the bed; curtains and valance of chintz; a rag carpet covering only part of the floor, the rest scrubbed clean; rush-bottomed chairs; and with those a secretary bureau of old mahogany, a dressing-glass in a dark carved frame, and a large oaken press.
He came from his dressing-glass to greet me with a ghost of the old smile on his face, and his hand stretched eagerly out. "My dear Mr. Griggs, I am sincerely glad to see you." "I have not been in Simla two hours," I answered, "and I found your note. How is Miss Westonhaugh? I am so sorry to " "Don't talk about her, Griggs. I am afraid she's g g goin' to die."
I call first 'Smash," said the dowager, as she flung up the dressing-glass, which fell in shivers on the floor. "I have won," said she; "oblige me, sir, by standing in that far corner. I have the light in my back and you will have something else in yours before long; take your ground, sir."
Mr Crummles was unfeignedly glad to see him, and starting up from before a small dressing-glass, with one very bushy eyebrow stuck on crooked over his left eye, and the fellow eyebrow and the calf of one of his legs in his hand, embraced him cordially; at the same time observing, that it would do Mrs Crummles's heart good to bid him goodbye before they went.
"Why that's lovely of her!" Maisie cried. "It's not so lovely, my dear, but that he'll get his divorce." Maisie was briefly silent; after which, "No he won't get it," she said. Then she added still more boldly: "And you won't get yours." Mrs. Beale, who was at the dressing-glass, turned round with amusement and surprise. "How do you know that?" "Oh I know!" cried Maisie. "From Mrs. Wix?"
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