The Man Who Laughs


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of solid silver, furnished with every requisite for the table, having in  
its centre, and in imitation of a window, eight small Venetian mirrors,  
set in a silver frame. In a panel on the wall was a square opening, like  
a little window, which was closed by a door of solid silver. This door  
was fitted with hinges, like a shutter. On the shutter there glistened a  
chased and gilt royal crown. Over it, and affixed to the wall, was a  
bell, silver gilt, if not of pure gold.  
Opposite the entrance of the chamber, in which Gwynplaine stood as if  
transfixed, there was an opening in the marble wall, extending to the  
ceiling, and closed by a high and broad curtain of silver tissue. This  
curtain, of fairy-like tenuity, was transparent, and did not interrupt  
the view. Through the centre of this web, where one might expect a  
spider, Gwynplaine saw a more formidable object--a woman. Her dress was  
a long chemise--so long that it floated over her feet, like the dresses  
of angels in holy pictures; but so fine that it seemed liquid.  
The silver tissue, transparent as glass and fastened only at the  
ceiling, could be lifted aside. It separated the marble chamber, which  
was a bathroom, from the adjoining apartment, which was a bedchamber.  
This tiny dormitory was as a grotto of mirrors. Venetian glasses, close  
together, mounted with gold mouldings, reflected on every side the bed  
in the centre of the room. On the bed, which, like the toilet-table, was  
of silver, lay the woman; she was asleep.  
The crumpled clothes bore evidence of troubled sleep. The beauty of the  
folds was proof of the quality of the material.  
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