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All that was needed to complete the simile was that the girl should burst into song. Heard voices. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. "You forgot your lunch," she said. On the walls were noticeboards bearing clusters of newspaper slips, three or four big posters of monster meetings, one of which Ann Veronica had attended with Miss Miniver, and a series of announcements in purple copying-ink, and in one corner was a pile of banners. He returned to attend the funeral. Her hair was washed for her also. "Your voice seems familiar to me—and—but I'm getting a little deaf—and my eyes don't serve me quite so well as they used to do, especially by this light.
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