It begins with that queer piccolo solo. The tired woman looked up in inquiring silence at Ann Veronica’s diffident entry. Without a single ornament about her neck, or hair, wearing the plainest of black gowns, out of which her shoulders shone gleaming white, she was easily the most noticeable and the most distinguished-looking woman in the room. They were filthy after the burial. Ah Cum patrolled the length of the boat innumerable times, but never letting his glance stray far from the gangplank.
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