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A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. I know what I am talking about. The man’s hand flashed out, but immediately afterwards an oath and a cry of pain broke from his lips. It was an oldfashioned peasant blouse, white, square necked, and trimmed with lace. “She has improved her style,” someone declared.
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