She crooked her finger. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. The colouring was green and white, with softly shaded electric lights, an alcove bedstead, which was a miracle of daintiness, white furniture, and a long low dressing-table littered all over with a multitude of daintily fashioned toilet appliances. Her fingers clutched the side of the door as though to steady herself. By the time she arrived at the Beck’s doorstep, the morning was risen. It is so ridiculous.
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