The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. Your sister! Great God, how like she is to what you were!” Annabel looked around her nervously. His conscience never told him to go back and take his punishment; it tortured him only in regard to the deed itself. His grief was so audible, that it attracted the notice of some of the bystanders, and Thames was obliged to beg him to control it.
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