Over the sea of heads arose a black and dismal object. She had to wear cream and a brown sash and a short frock and her hair down, and Gwen cream and a brown sash and a long skirt and her hair up. She came to spend hours with the bastard children that the women brought, dressing and feeding the tiny ones, inventing games for the older ones. Beethoven; he’s the best of them. He looked at her for a moment in a puzzled sort of way. It did not shock her; it amazed her, interested her beyond measure. To dream and to labour: to you, my labour; to Ruth, my dreams. It was still raining heavily, and profoundly dark. " "Well, take a chair," rejoined Kneebone. Michelle tossed her hair like a young colt flicking its tail.
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