It’s an emerald. Ashen blonde, a shade that would never excite the cynical commentary
which men applied to certain types of blondes. As
they passed beneath the thick trees that shade the road to Dollis Hill, the gloom
was almost impenetrable. “Oh goody. "
"Anything like that?"
"Yes; but the colour is lavender. ‘Some
ineligible that your parents would not tolerate, I suppose. ‘Wait a
minute, though. The times were such that, with the opinions he entertained, he could
not remain idle. ‘Would you care for some refreshment? A glass of wine, perhaps?’
‘Nothing, merci, I do not remain,’ she answered, although she did not rise. But after that it was easy. "Let me see him.
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