As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation. “Yes. Her momentary instinct was to run to him and be comforted, like the old times. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. During the narration Jack's features lighted up, and an expression, which would have been in vain looked for in repose, was instantly caught and depicted by the skilful artist. Ann Veronica blushed.
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