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" Is that Rococo, Pascal?” Chrissie said as she stood by the missus’s desk, peering into the nests of pigeonholes and cubbies. “Oh, don’t touch there or you’ll be shot,” Pascal said, because it was where the missus kept her souvenirs, love letters from men before him, locks of hair, dried shamrock, and the words of songs that she rehearsed for her parties. Her family was musical, "
― Edna O'Brien , The Light of Evening
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" Chrissie tried all the chairs, the armchairs, the high chairs, the spindle-back chairs, “Is that apple wood, is that tulip wood, is that rosewood, Pascal?” People pitying her with her limp, in a yellow summery dress with a wide green sash as if she was entering a dance competition. Remarking on the holly to be so rich with berries, she said a good crop of berries always meant an addition to the family, "
― Edna O'Brien , The Light of Evening