Anna jumped into a waiting hansom. "Something worse, I fear," Wood replied. Still, there certainly was something in the idea of a treaty. She tried not to blush. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. " "Lord!—think of having sharks for neighbours? Every morning I'll take a dip into the lagoon.
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