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The truth was that Ermengarde did not know anything of the sometimes almost unbearable side of life in the attic and she had not a sufficiently vivid imagination to depict it for herself.
For her taste was catholic, and she extended uncritical approval to every well-known name.
She laid down her knitting, and began to pin her rose in her head-dress, before she looked at the figure.
It was so delightful that they caught each other's hands and a sudden light sprang into Sara's eyes.
