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On that very day I searched through mother's wardrobe and found a piece of brown barege. It was a harsh and by no means pretty material. I held it up to the light, and asked her what she was going to do with it.
"Nothing," she answered, "I bought it ten years ago at a sale of remnants, and why it has stuck to me all these years is more than I can tell."