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For a moment while everything else was silent, she opened up a small drawer sticking out of the back of her armoire. The inside of the drawer revealed a delicate black lace bow, fitted with particles of dust between the trimmings. She made sure no one was around to see her, and she took the bow and brushed it off, carefully placing it in her golden hair.  Oh how it felt, to be with that bow once again, she thought. Suddenly she heard footsteps coming down the corridor. Quickly she put the bow back and pushed the armoire back against the wall. No one was to know about the bow or the secret hiding spot. The door swung open and a tall man in a gray waistcoat entered. He lifted her in the air and whispered in her ear, stroking back her hair, running his long fingers through her curls, then down her arms, then back.
Hello there, dear. I hope you aren’t playing in your mother’s things again. You know how I don’t like you in here. It’s a very naughty thing that you are doing. Let’s get you out of here.
He pulled her arm gently as they exited the room. Then, suddenly his face twisted into an expression she had often wished stayed in her nightmares, and rapidly took her from the room and into the hallway. He squeezed her wrist, and then, with a sudden jerk of his arm, he threw her to the ground. With anger in his eyes, he whispered again.
I’ve told you not to go in there, now run along and go to your room.
She held back tears as she walked towards the door at the far end of the hall. He slowly followed behind her, though she did not know. As soon as she got to her room, she closed the door behind her, but he came to the door and knocked, telling her to keep it open; keep it open and leave the light off.

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