You look a real old lady, and you can't be mor'n forty-five.

How did you manage the white hair?
Bleach ?" Ruyler felt his heart turn over.

The frozen blood pounded in his brain and distended his own muscles, his mouth unclosed to let his breath escape.

Then he became aware that the woman had recovered herself and moved forward, displacing the familiar elbow.

She turned imperiously to the motorman.
"Stop at the corner," she said.