She studied her form in the full length mirror, assessed 69 her body as one would that of a prize calf, trying to see it through his eyes, through the eyes of desire. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. She tried surreptitiously to reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. Wild had escaped. She wore a wonderful dress of turquoise blue, made by a great dressmaker for a function which she knew very well now that she would never attend. I haven't forgotten her previous history. In a sense I don’t care.
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