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John’s father brought down a violin from a high closet shelf. That terrible laughter, just before his senses had left him! Why? Here was a word that volleyed at her from all directions, numbed and bewildered her: the multiple echoes of her own first utterance of the word. All the initial confidence in herself was gone; her courage was merely a shell to hide the lack. It would be the wrappered world almost at its best. “Come in here a moment, will you, Blanche,” he said. Borne in the arms of a couple of assistants, and preceded by Mrs. " "Let me have them. " "Would you like to have me read to you?" He did not answer.
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