The old aspect of the place was gone. It was an oldfashioned peasant blouse, white, square necked, and trimmed with lace. From the further end of the apartment came the low music of a violin. There was a mad musician, seemingly rapt in admiration of the notes he was extracting from a child's violin. “If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would understand. "This will be very comfortable. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. Warm life was behind that always, even if it slept.
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