His hair flew out from the sides of his head like black bats from a belfry, it was unruly and long. At least, you are one, and I am disguised like one. Then making a pretence of stooping to rearrange her flowing train, she glanced at Anna, and half stopped in her progress down the room. “There,” he said, “you don’t treat me fairly, Miss Stanley.
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