It was wrenched away from Melusine’s clutching hands. “Is that plain?” she asked. ’ ‘Bravo,’ applauded Lucilla, clapping her hands. Diane Vorsack tried to disguise the fact that she was livid, her daughter’s buffoonery having driven off the prestigious dinner guests before the after-dinner drinks could be served. “But your hair,” he gasped. He and his friends (he had at least two per class, even in Trigonometry) would make their exits as quickly as possible. All that confidence, born of irony, disappeared; and fear laid hold of him.
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