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"
What
have
you
as
game
?
"
"
I
could
get
a
pheasant
,
or
a
woodcock
.
"
"
A
woodcock
,
"
I
said
.
We
walked
down
the
corridor
.
The
carpet
was
worn
.
There
were
many
doors
.
The
manager
stopped
and
unlocked
a
door
and
opened
it
.
"
Here
you
are
.
A
lovely
room
.
"
The
small
boy
in
buttons
put
the
package
on
the
table
in
the
centre
of
the
room
.
The
manager
opened
the
curtains
.
"
It
is
foggy
outside
,
"
he
said
.
The
room
was
furnished
in
red
plush
.
There
were
many
mirrors
,
two
chairs
and
a
large
bed
with
a
satin
coverlet
.
A
door
led
to
the
bathroom
.
"
I
will
send
up
the
menu
,
"
the
manager
said
.
He
bowed
and
went
out
.
I
went
to
the
window
and
looked
out
,
then
pulled
a
cord
that
shut
the
thick
plush
curtains
.
Catherine
was
sitting
on
the
bed
,
looking
at
the
cut
glass
chandelier
.
She
had
taken
her
hat
off
and
her
hair
shone
under
the
light
.
She
saw
herself
in
one
of
the
mirrors
and
put
her
hands
to
her
hair
.
I
saw
her
in
three
other
mirrors
.
She
did
not
look
happy
.
She
let
her
cape
fall
on
the
bed
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
,
darling
?
"
"
I
never
felt
like
a
whore
before
,
"
she
said
.
I
went
over
to
the
window
and
pulled
the
curtain
aside
and
looked
out
.
I
had
not
thought
it
would
be
like
this
.
