“But your hair,” he gasped. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. Then she shrugged. Away up on the hillside was the little country railway station. Fifty sent home. He felt he had raised a storm which it would be very difficult, if not impossible, to allay. Without turning or looking in his direction she leaned forwards, her head supported upon her fingers, her elbows upon her knees. ‘Will that be all, ma’am?’ ‘Yes, yes. Lucy tried not to notice the starched smell, overpowering and powdery.
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