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. As a matter of fact I have been waiting for you. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. He made her tell him the core of the difficulty. ’ ‘Who were they?’ she asked abruptly. He did not like it. One might suppose him turning up; he knew a lot of clever people, and some of them might belong to the class.
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