The scum-filled lake, lethally still beneath the shroud of smoke, lay like a tarnished mirror.

My imagination was a tarnished mirror.

It also had a tarnished mirror into which she peered rather desperately after she had changed her jeans and top for a more formal pleated skirt and a toning jumper.

He glanced at the small tarnished mirror that Jessom had provided.

He stared into his own reflection in the tarnished mirror at the back of the counter.

A sudden movement off to the side caught her eye, and she turned swiftly, only to meet her own pale reflection in a tarnished mirror.

A tarnished mirror, bigger than his hand, cracked from top to bottom.

The tarnished mirror was just as he remembered it, the crack running down the silvered glass from top to bottom.

In two jumps he was in the bathroom, pulling open a tarnished mirror.

'I wish I had red hair,' Samantha said to her mother, inspecting herself as she so often did in the tarnished mirror surrounded with gilded laurel leaves and intertwined cherubs.