"What do you mean?" cried Winifred in alarm. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. “No!” he said aloud at last. She answered in whispers, for there was the white arm of a woman in the next box peeping beyond the partition within a yard of him. It was the beginning of June. Glancing around his prison, he began to think it possible he might effect an escape from it. "The devil you have!" thundered a voice from behind, that filled the apprentice with dismay.
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