” She replied with a rehearsed answer, “I was told that my real mother died the day I was born. From the further end of the apartment came the low music of a violin. Each of my scholars thinks it his own shirt. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world.
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