” He was a little uneasy. There were groves of cultivated guava, orange, lemon, and pomegranate. That is why I have dyed my hair, that is why I have abandoned my rôle of ingenuèe and altered my whole style of dress. There was hope for me then. Dollis Hill revisited. There were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that deportment and breeding are after all things apart. By this time Capes’ hair had bleached nearly white, and his skin had become a skin of red copper shot with gold.
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