But then the jalopy moved and took Willy Bersinger and Samuel Fitts with it, their hair cut, oiled, and neat on their sweet–smelling skulls, their cheeks pink–shaven, their finger–nails flashing the sun. They sailed under clipped green, fresh–watered trees, through flowered lanes, past daffodil, lilac, violet, rose, and peppermint– coloured houses on the dustless road.
'Pearl of the Orient, here we come!’
A perfumed dog, with permed hair, ran out, nipped their tyres and barked, until they were gone away and completely out sight.
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