‘Silence,’ hissed a voice in French. She changed into a halter top and a pair of tight jeans herself, and let Lucy brush her long, glossy hair as they talked about mascara, schoolwork, and boys. “But—” The long inconsecutive conversation by that time was getting on her nerves. She went about in a negligent November London that had become very dark and foggy and greasy and forbidding indeed, and tried to find that modest but independent employment she had so rashly assumed. Her hair once more was arranged with its old simplicity.
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