Along the corridor a rippling white light ruffled the edge of the floorboards where they met the wall.
It was all so uneven, not even the doors hang straight, the drapes were caught on odd spikes in the walls.
The grand hall was obscured by clouds of cigar smoke and the salon had tables crowded with open but almost full bottles.
Three people dressed each in white, blue and green smiled at the ceiling as if viewing a celestial being.
We felt it best to leave. The car had arrived.
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