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Capes and her father stood up, and her father made a belated movement toward the curtain. He pushed her small hand into his jeans. “Why?” “I still love you. Narrow little beady brown eyes, and she’s got big eyebrows like dead caterpillars. “How can you know?” “I think—perhaps I am rather a cold-blooded person. ‘Don’t lose your temper again. That delightful sense of free, unembarrassed movement was gone. For the first time in her life she had heard music; the door to enchanted sounds had been flung wide. She descended the stairs, and found herself at last in the street—alone.
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