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"Poor little soul. Well, anyway, she's had her dance and all it means to her. And I guess that's quite a lot."
Blanche sighed as she turned from the verandah post, against which she had been leaning, and moved to the chair beside a squat-legged table. She flung herself into it, and smiled as she contemplated the white-haired brother spread out full length in the lounging chair in front of her.