Yet before she turned once more to resume her flight she schooled herself with an effort to look where it had happened. 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 have counted you, and always hoped to count you, the best of my friends. My profession has hardened me. Wood, in a taunting tone. And I do not know you. It’s all very handsome starting out on your own, but it’s too damned hard. The next few hours will tell. After a series of mental gymnastics—occupying the space of a few seconds—it came to him with a shock that here was a new specimen of the species. She waited expectantly. I have just come from him. ’ ‘Who is that?’ demanded Lucilla eagerly. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. One thing—he could be thankful for that—the peak of his misfortunes had been reached; the world might come to an end now and not matter in the least.
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