The Whitmore Diagnosis
Act I The drawing-room possessed that peculiar stillness which belongs not to silence but to the patient holding of breath. Clara Whitmore sat in her wingback chair and observed the light fall across the Persian carpet in angles so precise they might have been measured with a theodolite. It was morning, but the curtains were drawn, and the room existed in a state of amber suspension, as though...
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