The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes. We were talking about the suffrage—and I rather scoffed. But here was new music, tender and kindly and whimsical, that first roved to and fro in the mind and then cuddled up in the heart. “There was a keg, hash, LSD, pot, you know, the usual.
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