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She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. I've always been more or less music-mad. Gazing into each other's eyes with new-found rapture, neither observed the sudden appearance in the doorway of an elderly woman in travel-stained linen. Never mind, I’ve got plenty. ‘It is seldom enough I am visited by anyone at all, let alone a personable young redcoat. None of the things they said and did were altogether new to Ann Veronica, but now she got them massed and alive, instead of by glimpses or in books—alive and articulate and insistent.
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