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I feel she ran here , to take one last look into her mirror , and to bid it farewell as she bade farewell to France , gazing and gazing as the land faded from her sight forever . Then , when she 'd gone , the glass she loved grew dim as it is now , and _ blind _ because it could no longer give back the brightness of her eyes . There 's nothing left in it now but sad dreams and memories of the past . '' `` Did you ever , '' I asked , `` go down into the cellar at midnight on All Hallow E'en with a candle and a mirror and wish to see the face of your future husband ? '' `` No , indeed , '' Barrie answered emphatically ; `` we had no such tricks at Hillard House . '' `` Now , in this mirror , if any in the world , you might be able to see such a vision , not only at midnight , but on an ordinary afternoon , like this for instance , '' said I. `` Suppose you stop thinking of Queen Mary for a minute and concentrate on yourself . Wish with all your heart for the face of the man you 'll love , the man you 'll marry , to appear under this clouded surface of glass . ''