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Jim stepped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.

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There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 Bat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.

"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.

Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.

"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."

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But in fact, at Christmastime, everyone in the small congregation was expected to walk to the front of the candlelit room and offer whatever they had to give: a short reading, the recitation of a poem from memory, a song. “Angels We Have Heard On High” played on the old upright piano by two blonde girls – what were their names?

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Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.

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"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do - oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?"

"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.

"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.

Karin says we have stumbled upon a new genre of music called “Reality Christmas.”

It always felt like a new start.

All this was a long time ago I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This, set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death?

Maybe if we just tell the truth, it will give others freedom to do so.

Peace like a river, love like an ocean,

At the end of the service, each of us children was rewarded like the pioneer children of days gone by with a huge orange and apple all our own. And the apple had been polished to such a gleam that it did feel like a gift.