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from Brown Corpus
When enough time had elapsed so that there was little likelihood of his returning for something he had forgotten, Harold went out into the hall and stood looking into one room after another.
In the room next to theirs was a huge cradle, of mahogany, ornately carved and decorated with gold leaf.
Then came their bathroom, and then a bedroom that, judging by the photographs on the walls, must belong to Mme Cestre.
Matching photographs in oval frames of Mme Bonenfant and an elderly man who must be Alix's grandfather.
And a gray-haired man whose glance -- direct, lifelike, and mildly accusing -- was contradicted by the gilt and black frame.