III. ” “I suppose people would say that it is a matter of temperament,” she continued. "And what do you suppose we mean to do with you, eh?" "You mean to kill me," replied Thames, "by my cruel uncle's command. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. After what seemed like an eternity he turned right onto a dirt road that ended unceremoniously at a copse of leafless trees.
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