The Opposite House: A Novel — page 60: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER VII. A MEETING. A year had passed. Twilight has gathered in Marie’s little room. Deep shadows veil the fragrant blossoms of the monthly roses, and the darkness has lulled the feathered songsters to rest. Little can be seen of the faded splendor of the old-fashioned articles garnered in every corner with loving care; even the portrait of Ancestress Barbara seems to be veiled with gray gauze, and the eyes alone gaze down like two black spots upon the fair descendant who, lost in thought, sits with her head resting on her hand among the roses. Marie had thrown on a dark morning wrapper ; her fair braids hung half disheveled down her back. Have you ever chanced to see the picture of the “Sister of Charity’ watching beside the couch of the young warrior, dear reader? The face of the youthful Baroness von Rotterswyl wore the same [55 ] cComiclsoo <S C@ S|