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That night Cis took the pins out of her hair and let it fall around / her, like a screen of molten metal which miraculously could envelop and / not sear her. It shone above her white petticoat and over her bare arms / and shoulders so resplendent that it was a pity that there was none to / see it, though Cis felt no such regret. She did not consciously see / herself as she stood before her mirror, letting down her Brünhilde-like / tresses; her mind was filled with other thoughts, and she turned from / the glass to switch off the electric light the better to follow out / these thoughts and their conclusions.
She went over to the window and seated herself in a low chair, her / right foot boyishly resting on her left knee that she might easily / remove its shoe, but having removed it she absent-mindedly let it drop / on the floor and stroked her silk-stockinged instep, forgetful that / normally one takes off its mate when one shoe has been removed.