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She did return upstairs, and put on the gown. Alone,
she stood for a moment before the glass looking at the ef-
fect of her silk attire; and then there came into her head her
mother’s ballad of the mystic robe—
That never would become that wife
That had once done amiss,which Mrs Durbeyfield had used to sing to her as a child,
so blithely and so archly, her foot on the cradle, which she
rocked to the tune. Suppose this robe should betray her
by changing colour, as her robe had betrayed Queen Gui-
nevere. Since she had been at the dairy she had not once
thought of the lines till now.