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She then gave a soft cry of surprise, for she did not immediately recognize her image in the surface. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #38)

It was not, however, the sort of mirror with which she was familiar, for it was rather more in the nature of a polished metal surface, set well within the wall. There was no way it could be removed from the wall, at least without tools, or shattered, perhaps to produce fragments of glass. Since her image was not so instantly and clearly available to her as it would have been in a more familiar sort of mirror, she approached it more closely, puzzled, and peered into it. She then gave a soft cry of surprise, for she did not immediately recognize her image in the surface. To be sure, it was she, but she as she had not been for perhaps ten years. The woman who regarded her, wonderingly, from the metal surface might have been in her late forties, not her late fifties. She put her hand gently to her face. - (Prize of Gor)