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Updated: June 21, 2025
She had given just one passing glance at herself in the cheval-glass, and Vanity had whispered: "Perhaps Rorie would have thought me improved; but he has not taken the trouble to come and see. I might be honeycombed by the small-pox, or bald from the effects of typhus, for aught he cares."
His Majesty the King swung the great cheval-glass down, and saw his head crowned with the staring horror of a fool's cap a thing which his father would rend to pieces if it ever came into his office. He plucked it off, and burst into tears. "Toby," said the Commissioner's wife, gravely, "you shouldn't give way to temper. I am very sorry to see it. It's wrong."
So Dick rehearsed once more as far as he knew the story, tossing off lightly his part of it. "Your poor head, does it ache?" cried Polly, feeling of the big bump on the crown. "No, not a bit," declared Dick, shaking his brown poll. "I'm glad I didn't crack the glass." "That heavy plate?" cried Polly, looking over at the cheval-glass with a shiver.
"My dear girl," She Yueeh laughed, "I'll make the bed, but drop the cover over that cheval-glass and put the catches right; you are so much taller than I." So saying, she at once set to work to arrange the bed for Pao-yue. "Hai!" ejaculated Ch'ing Wen smiling, "one just sits down to warm one's self, and here you come and disturb one!"
She looked sharply at the cheval-glass, and began carelessly, and as if by chance, to remove with her foot, the dresses that encumbered it; then, as if ashamed of her artifice, she suddenly rose from the chair, and with an energetic gesture unbared the mirror. No mirror was there! Nothing greeted the empress's eyes save the empty frame. She turned a reproachful glance upon the little coiffeuse.
She sat down in Constance's chair and pretended to look for something. She had examined herself in the cheval-glass in the showroom, on her way from the sick-chamber. When she heard a voice near the door of the shop asking first for Mr. Povey and then for Mrs.
Gabriel stood stockstill for a moment in astonishment and then followed her. As he passed in the way of the cheval-glass he caught sight of himself in full length, his broad, well-filled shirt-front, the face whose expression always puzzled him when he saw it in a mirror, and his glimmering gilt-rimmed eyeglasses. He halted a few paces from her and said: "What about the song?
The train of her recollections came to a sudden halt, before a tall cheval-glass standing at an obtuse angle to the fireplace and on the edge of its broad hearthrug. She had been moving aimlessly from the window to the wardrobe in which Polly had folded and laid away her last night's finery, and from the wardrobe back to a long sofa at the bed's foot.
At the further end of the room stood a large cheval-glass, and in front of this, its back towards me, was a figure that excited my curiosity; so that remaining where I was, partly hidden behind a large easel, I watched it for awhile in silence.
That all things might be of a piece, my poor mother, attempting to reach the bell, fell against and broke the cheval-glass, thus further saddening herself with the conviction for no amount of reasoning ever succeeded in purging her Welsh blood of its natural superstition that whatever might be the result of future battles with my evil star, the first seven years of tiny existence had been, by her act, doomed to disaster.
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