Annabel seated herself in an easy chair and determined to wait for her sister’s return. Winifred's face had a thoroughly amiable look. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. The black, meantime, began to ply his hammer, and speedily unriveted the chains.
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