You may perceive harmony, proportion, rhythm, intensely. She had dreaded the beginning of this hour. Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack would have been soft work. There were dark rims under her eyes, soft now with unshed tears. The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards.
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