"Who's there?" cried Rachel. Such apartments as she saw were either scandalously dirty or unaccountably dear, or both. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. ‘I am nine-and-twenty,’ he answered.
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