“There is too much singing and dancing, such lightness as loosens the restraints of virtue,' she complained, her white curls quivering. 'When I was young we held to the courtly ways, but nowadays the world is running all to ruin.”

Lisa Klein

Lisa Klein - “There is too much singing and dancing...” 1

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