Sentence The Fourhundredandeightyfifth

Maude was not impressed, as she said to Daphne: “I am not impressed – for Archbishop Makarios and Lulu to simply vanish into thin air is not what one would expect from them, oh, I know that one cannot judge a book by it's cover, nor expect others to uphold the same standards one has dedicated one's whole life to, but really, it's the behaviour of a mountebank and I had always such hopes of the Archbishop, it grieves me to be so sorely disappointed, and Lulu! Lulu! Lulu of all people – to abandon her Gurrrl Gang, not to mention us, although I must concede that Dora, Nora and Eunice have worked like true Amazons, their muscles fairly rippling, I wonder if they come from families of 

stevedores, these talents are often inherited, you know, why Eunice seemed quite instinctively to place the dunnage around the crates, as if she were arranging the cargo in a merchantman, remember old Johnny Masefield's lines, didn't he send the original on a birthday card to you, Dear Heart? 'dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke-stack, butting through the Channel in the Mad March days, with a cargo of Tyne coal, road-rails, pig-lead, firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays',” and Daphne snorted: “it was actually the first verse with which he inscribed my card, if you recall, Sweet One, 'Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir, rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, with a cargo of ivory, and apes and peacocks, sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine', because I had just found The Queen of Sheba's necropolis and he wanted to acknowledge some of the artefacts contained therein, but let us not dwell on past triumphs, the Gurrrls accept Lulu's leadership as of

right, one might say they imbibe the kool-aid and their loyalty to her is an example to us all, would you not agree?” and Maude, finding herself painted into a corner, conceded that Daphne was, of course, correct – as always, in the end!