SIRENS
"Miss Douce halfstood to see her skin askance in the barmirror gildedlettered where hock and claret glasses shimmered and in their midst a shell.
- And leave it to my hands, she said.
- Try it with the glycerine, Miss Kennedy advised.
Bidding her neck and hands adieu Miss Douce
- Those things only bring out a rash, replied, reseated. I asked that old fogey in Boyd's for something for my skin." (U11.118)
