The smell of laundry detergent was noticeable, the bed sheets very tightly stretched across the bed, tucked in on three sides. “You see, father,” she said, “it isn’t only this affair of the dance. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. O'Higgins eyed it thoughtfully. It begins with that queer piccolo solo.
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