Shes dressed in old European clothes, scraps of brocade, out-of-date old suits, old curtains, old oddments, old models, moth-eaten old fox furs, old otterskins, thats her kind of beauty, tattered, chilly, plaintive and in exile, nothing suits her, everythings too big, and yet it looks marvelous. Her clothes are loose, shes too thin, nothing fits, yet it looks marvelous.
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