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She
turned
with
a
small
smile
and
then
vanished
through
the
door
like
a
mist
drifting
away
.
I
poured
out
a
final
drop
of
the
superb
brandy
,
warmed
it
in
my
hands
,
and
sipped
it
.
"
Never
—
never
again
now
win
you
see
a
sight
like
that
,
"
I
told
myself
.
"
Sic
Transit
.
.
.
"
And
then
,
before
I
should
become
utterly
morbid
,
I
took
myself
to
my
more
modest
bed
.
I
was
stretched
in
comfort
on
the
edge
of
sleep
when
there
came
a
knocking
at
the
door
.
"
Bill
,
"
said
Josella
’
s
voice
.
"
Come
quickly
.
There
’
s
a
light
!
"
"
What
sort
of
a
light
?
"
I
inquired
,
struggling
out
of
bed
.
"
Outside
.
Come
and
look
.
"
She
was
standing
in
the
passage
,
wrapped
in
the
sort
of
garment
that
could
have
belonged
only
to
the
owner
of
that
remarkable
bedroom
.
"
Good
God
!
"
I
said
nervously
.
