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“Well?” “I don’t care a rap for all these things. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. “I saw you in a sort of sloping, slippery place, holding on by your hands and slipping. ” They returned to the Beck house and he walked her to the front door. And I do not know you. . And there was that dress of hers! She must be warned that she had been imposed upon. But she does not resemble you in any other way. "Strange!" he continued, as if talking to himself. Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore.
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