No, don’t let me call myself that. At the eastern gate of the churchyard stood the carriage with the steps lowered. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. “Wild horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me out. ’ ‘Where then is your uniform?’ ‘I don’t wear it to balls.
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