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<DIV>“Shawled women carry babies with purple eyelids” (“Jacob’s Room”).
Because they are ‘shawled’, we know the women are poor:</DIV>
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<DIV>“I couldn’t care less about the diamond brooch, after all, it’s well
insured and now I shall be able to have clips instead, which will be far and
away smarter. Veronica’s clips always make me miserable, every time I see
her, and besides, that brooch used to remind me of my bogus old mother-in-law
too much. But I couldn’t think it more hateful of them to have taken my
fur tippet. Burglars never seem to realize one might feel the cold.
How would they like it if I took away their wife’s shawl?”</DIV>
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<DIV>Nancy Mitford, “Love in a Cold Climate” (Penguin, 1954, p. 53)</DIV>
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