The bleach had ruined it, with
yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that
cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. As
soon, however, as the last solemn rites were over, and the remains of the
unfortunate woman committed to their final resting-place in Willesden
churchyard, his firmness completely deserted him, and he sank beneath the
weight of his affliction. The features
were indistinct, but was that not a halo of white about it? And the dark shadow
below, was that a cloak, or the habit of a nun?
Skirting the dancing, from which he had taken a breather—not from lack of
energy, but to escape the inanities of the young ladies he had partnered—Gerald
made his way to a side door in the saloon and opened it. "Where is the boy?" demanded Sir Rowland. “Bother it all!” she swore. The emerald
wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head,
there among the wild plantain. ”
“Well, why not?” Lady Lescelles asked, smiling. She felt herself shaking again.
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