“This wonderful affection of yours for my sister, does it date from your first meeting with her in Paris?” He hesitated. "Look at these fetters," returned Thames, holding up his manacled wrists; "they were put on by my uncle's command. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. " "You will never become that, Ruth. A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks. ” He plunged into one of his drawers, and brought up a small gold-foiled bottle.
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