GR translation: sugar faces

[Mike Jing]

P254.21   Here Slothrop stages a brilliant Commando raid, along with
faithful companion Blodgett Waxwing, on Shell Mex House itself—right into
the heart of the Rocket’s own branch office in London. Mowing down platoons
of heavy security with his little Sten, kicking aside nubile and screaming
WRAC secretaries (how else is there to react, even in play?), savagely
looting files, throwing Molotov cocktails, the Zoot-suit Zanies at last
crashing into the final sanctum with their trousers up around their
armpits, smelling of singed hair, spilled blood, to find not Mr. Duncan
Sandys cowering before their righteousness, nor open window, gypsy flight,
scattered fortune cards, nor even a test of wills with the great Consortium
itself—but only a rather dull room, business machines arrayed around the
walls calmly blinking, files of cards pierced frail as sugar faces, frail
as the last German walls standing without support after the bombs have been
and now twisting high above, threatening to fold down out of the sky from
the force of the wind that has blown the smoke away. . . .

What are "sugar faces"?
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