She glanced towards her sister, and curiously enough found in her face some faint reflection of her own rather sombre mirth. They joined the rabble of aspiring James Deans in torn jeans and bomber jackets and girls with Clairol black hair smoking clove cigarettes. ’ ‘Of course she could not have known to whom they belonged. Upon what this instinct was based she could not say; she was conscious only of its insistence. Be on your guard.
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