Sentence The Onehundredandseventyeighth
 
When Teri, with her chance espial of Mr George Gill's photograph in today's paper, among a group of Civic Dignitaries being welcomed at Holyrood by her cousin Ginger Goldfish, First Minister of Scotland, was thrown into a sudden consternation, the weft and weave constructing the fabric of her life snapped out like a sheet before the washerwoman pegs it up, and she reached a shaking hand for that medicinal concoction which was her only remedy when so fraught, gulped it down greedily, and slumped back on the bed, flayed raw be the memories that had come flooding back and threatened to drown her!