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Gerald raised his cockaded hat, and smiled. Art was everywhere, underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form of architecture. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. White rang the bell.
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