” He drew a little nearer to her. His most eager inquiries and most lavish bribes could gain no further information than that she had left for England, and that her address was—London. ” Ann Veronica sat with her chin on her hand, red-lit and saying little, and Miss Miniver discoursed. They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. We dressed it in a little music.
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