Ann Veronica said she didn’t care. The women, Ann Veronica thought, were not quite so interesting as the men. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. I’ll take over here. Rank ingratitude, I call it. Briefly, with a careless wave towards the couple, the comtesse presented them as Monsieur and Madame Valade. "No Mohocks! No Scourers!" cried the mob. You used to beg me for hours at a time to give it all up, never to go near the ‘Ambassador’s’ again.
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