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          despite grandeur and idyllic fancies that covered the walls with a lightness and colorful paper, or the pillows fluffed to perfection and new drapery that never quite appealed to anita's vision,  a golden cage  was still very much just that, a cage.  behind the dressed-up-looking glass, the dupont's new confines appeared to be the only place where judgmental whispers for the newcomers were reduced to the prying eyes and pressed noses against single - pane windows from across fifth avenue. there was one room, however,  that even with a large floor-length glass panel, prying eyes seemed to stray —  the late george dupont's library. a large room yet untouched with aged old shelves and a rather gentlemanly color palette that only need a man in a seat by the desk with a smoking cigar between his lips and ink-stained fingertips to truly create the the tonal image. this,  she thought to distraction,  all while balancing to reach a book even her long limbs could not procure. breathless, a sigh left the lungs of the dupont daughter when a creek in the hallway floorboard sent her nearly tumbling. “ avi! ” she whispered sharply when his attire pulled into question his whereabouts at such a late hour. “ why are you dressed like that? ”