"Well, Sir Rowland," he said, after a brief pause, during which the knight regarded him with a searching glance, as if endeavouring to recall his features, "I will not gainsay your words. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. There’s stories, too, about his demonstrator, Capes Something or other. Perhaps the day of her recompense was at hand. She felt surges of longing escape every corner of her flesh. I care for you. We needn’t try and give ourselves airs. She had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. It's two hundred pounds.
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