Mrs. Appleyard, in contrast, was thin and sallow and when her husband was out of the apartment Ursula could hear her singing mournfully to herself in a language that she couldn't place. Something Eastern European by the sound of it. How useful Mr. Carver's Esperanto would be, she thought. {Only if everyone spoke it, of course.} And especially these days with so many refugees flooding into London.
( Kate Atkinson )
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