Having washed the plates from dinner, I made an attack on the laundry.
Again she saw that bosom old, / Again she felt that bosom cold, / And drew in her breath with a hissing sound: / Whereat the Knight turn'd wildly round, / And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid / With eyes uprais'd, as one that pray'd.
You'd be right in the mainstream — frosted wigs are one of the biggest sellers in wigdom.
At last this affair is moving towards the explosive dénouement he has been craving — the revelation, the release of tension, that will shake the universe in one fierce convulsion, and then allow everything to fall back into its rightful place, restored to normality!
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