ABSTRACT
“It’s so wonderful,” Mildred gasped. “I’ve never seen anything at all like it anywhere. It’s so wonderfully original. “It’s …” In the flickering candle-light her eyes shone, rounded and glassy, like large, blue lollipops. She blushed daringly – “it’s just like you. There is something mysterious and find of mystic about it. As if the room had a secret. A kind of shrine.”
