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She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. It is not you who runs the risk of going dinnerless to-morrow. Shari proceeded to paint, brush, dust, slather, and blot Lucy’s face with makeup. A little Cockney recovered it, and made ridiculous attempts to get to her and replace it. She flared her upper lip, baring her canines which had extended by half an inch. Something in his tone pinched her heart. Sometimes she missed her cue and nodded affirmatively when the gesture should have been the reverse; and Prudence would send her a sharp glance of disapproval. She seemed to be endowed with superhuman strength. Rubbishy novels and pernicious rascals.
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