‘Come, Hilary. ” She patted his arm and wiped her tears away. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. Her teachers and mistresses had done their best to stamp her mind with an ineradicable persuasion that it was tremendously important, and on no account to be thought about. It proved to be a human head, though with scarcely a vestige of the features remaining. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. Then she raised the glass nearer to her lips. The woollen-draper looked at his watch. " "That's better.
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