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Walls painted pale gray, sofas with sugar pink cushions, divans with poison green brocade and lemon yellow and black cushions. Fanny’s red gold hair like a flame, the use of word poison seems to foreshadow disaster? The table lit so that the black walls were not visible and so they were like an isolated island with darkness around them. He sits with his face to the world but his back to ‘untold terrors’