Tiffer or £1 for G. or C.



Tigger was no lady. Her complexion was cheerful red and white —no peaches-and-cream subtleties there. She often spent nights on end out under the stars, and looked it: and the aspect she presented to her clients was one of dirt-streaked jowls on either side of a grit-chipped, crimson nose.

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