A Fair Fraud — page 41: what you’re looking at

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30 A Fair Fraud brushes and bottles, lay the great golden coils that had lately been piled up in_ beautiful masses upon her shapely head, and what was left upon it now was scarcely worth mentioning. Hetty, arrayed in a loose and flowing fezg- noir of white muslin and lace, had strolled into her mother’s room, and flung herself wearily down into a low arm-chair by the fire. There she stretched up her arms above her head, and yawned loudly and prodigiously. * My dear child,’ remarked her mother, ‘ you yawned exactly like that downstairs after dinner —twice in succession, You really must be more careful; it looks so bad. Besides, you have no idea how you distort your face when you do it.’ ‘ How could I help yawning? A saint would | have yawned ; it was so deadly dull alone with that old woman. What dreadful fossils his parents are! I really don’t know, mother, how I can stand this place for four whole days. It’s the deadliest, dullest house I ever was in!’ ‘We will see if we cannot waken them up a bit,’ remarked Mrs Lane, applying some face lotion carefully to her forehead. — ‘I believe we shall only shock them. They are so dreadfully old-fashioned. Did you notice the old boy’s face when I asked him at dinner why he didn't bike? He drew in his lips exactly as if he had swallowed the vinegar bottle; and GOMMGIOO oO C' Q)