An accusing glitter in lior bright blue eyes, Mrs Monkton faced her husband. “ What is this long, dark hair on your coat, HenryP” she demanded. “Oh—er—a horse hair, my love f” stanmiered Henry, hoping for the best. “Most likely 1“ sneered his wife. “And no doubt you got it. in a motor carp” “ Exactly. The seat covering was worn through, and some of the stuffing came — — -
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Evening Star, Issue 18999, 22 July 1925, Page 10
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