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As Mariana entered her house after the opera was over she unwound the lace scarf from her head, letting it trail like a silvery serpent on the floor behind her. Then she unfastened her long cloak, and threw it on a chair in the drawing-room.
"The fire is out," she said, looking at the ashes in the grate, "and I am cold -- cold."