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I opened the door a little. The candles were both out, which was not usual. I had a bedroom candle, and I let the light in, a little bit, looking softly round. I saw him sitting in that chair beside the dressing-table with his clothes on again. He turned round and looked at me. I thought it strange he should get up and dress, and put out the candles to sit in the dark, that way.
Do stand out of the way; I want to stare at myself in the glass." Briar ran to the dressing-table. There she pushed the glass into such an angle that she could gaze contentedly at her features. She saw a small, rather round face, cheeks a little flushed, eyes very dark and bright, quantities of bright brown curling hair, dark pencilled eyebrows, a little nose, and a small pink mouth.
Miss Challoner undressed and entered her bathroom, where she splashed industriously for some minutes, emerging at last radiant and glowing with health and a delight in the mere joy of existence. While Titine brushed her hair, the girl sat before her dressing-table putting lotion on her injured cheeks and temple.
"I shall go, for all our sakes," thought Marcella, as she stood late that night brushing her hair before her dimly-lighted and rickety dressing-table. "We have, it seems, no right to be proud." A rush of pain and bitterness filled her heart pain, new-born and insistent, for her mother, her father, and herself.
All the pots and bottles began to jump about, and then another bullet came through, landed on the dressing-table, and smashed everything. The looking-glass crashed, and the hair-oil was all over the place. I rushed out to see what was happening in the hall...." What "was happening" was that the soldiers had broken the hall door in. Lawrence saw then a horrible thing.
He cast a cursory glance towards the screened corner. "They're all right; they can't see or hear or anything else. Come here and let me put this hair-band thing on." She stood a dressing-table length away, fumbling with the hooks, her eyes fixed on him. "I have lots of things to say to you," she began suddenly. "Say them to-morrow," he replied in his old way.
Beside one of these Martha knelt, while Mary sat at a dressing-table taking down her hair for the night. "Is not my Persian shawl beautiful and my Arabian veil fair to the eye?" Martha asked proudly, taking them from the chest. "Yea, but thy robe is more beautiful." Martha replaced the shawl and veil carefully in the chest and took from it a robe.
There came a blundering movement, and the door opened. "Hullo!" said Ronnie, in a voice of sleepy irritation. "What's up?" She stumbled into the dark room, breathless and sobbing. "Oh, Ronnie!" she cried. "Oh, Ronnie; you must help me now!" He fastened the door behind her, and as she sank down half-fainting in a chair, she heard him groping for matches on the dressing-table.
"And I was to confer a kindness on you a last kindness! But you dare not do this thing! I tell you, you dare not do it! I demand to be put on shore at once! Do you hear me?" She turned wildly round, as if to seek for some way of escape. The door in the ladies' cabin stood open; the clay-light was streaming down into that cheerful little place; there were some flowers on the dressing-table.
The governor had only just got out of bed, and was comfortably seated before his dressing-table in his night-shirt and silk dressing-gown, bathing his face and neck with eau-de-cologne after having removed a whole collection of charms and coins dangling from it, when he was informed of the arrival of Sipiagin and Kollomietzev upon some urgent business.
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