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Glasha appeared at the garden gate. She glanced cheerfully along both sides of the road. Walking more slowly she approached Elena Kirillovna deferentially.
Glasha looked quite ordinary now, stiff-mannered and stupid. There was nothing to envy in her. Her dress too was quite commonplace. Her braids were arranged upon her head quite like a young lady's, and held fast by three combs of transparent bone. Her blouse was light-coloured -- pink stripes and lavender flowers on a ground of white -- its short sleeves reached the elbows. She wore a neat blue skirt and a white apron.