" "Yes. To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue. These little squares of coloured paper interested her mightily—hotel labels. I do swear. There had been disappointments and humiliations, and although she hated to admit it even to herself, she was in desperate straits. . After a while one began to talk. “My dear boy,” she exclaimed. And I’d do it again for you if needs be. The lace was family lace, easily recognizable. “Do you remember the mountains? Do you remember how we loved one another? How intensely we loved one another! Do you remember the light on things and the glory of things? I’m greedy, I’m greedy! I want children like the mountains and life like the sky. . No one had the resources or the inclination to rebuild them. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it.
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