And she had let Colin McKeith believe that Bridget O'Hara was the embodiment of his Ideal height five foot seven at the least: weight ten stone or more: smooth-parted, Greek-coiled hair: a cross between a goddess and a Madonna that was Colin's Ideal Good Heavens! What did he now behold? A very little woman. One of the snippets he despised. Not an ounce of the traditional dignity about her.
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