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‘Violet did not draw away from me. Our natural harmony sang on through that night and the next, when we came together again. But into her eyes that compassionate look that was like a mother’s who knows more than the child can understand and is so mute, that sweet, rueful, loving smile was on her face now all the time we were together, and it was called there by that glad life of our blood, which for want of a better term I must call music—but she had named to me by the term sensualité.’

— Mabel Dodge Luhan,Intimate Memories,Vol. I: Background,1933