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... By JOYCE DENNYS. MY DEAR ROBERT-- When I was shopping in the Street the other day, I suddenly caught sight of myself in a glass, and, my word, Robert, it gave me a shock-- two strained and popping eyes crowned by a worried frown, nose slightly unpowdered, deep lines, as the Beauty Specialist would say, running from nose to chin, and lips so tightly compressed that it was impossible to say ...