She calls us her guests, but in reality we are her prisoners. Mr. And Blueskin, who, for a moment, had looked round distrustfully, concluding it was a feint, now laughed louder than ever. Her eyes travelled about the room as if in appeal to the very chairs. Before she put on her sun-helmet, she paused before the mirror. The entire city seemed to exist for beauty and art alone.
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