And then I'll pay off old scores. But then, because my papa had no money, you understand, he sent me to a convent. Like most officers, he’d had it especially made, for a man who loved danger had need of a precision instrument of defence. 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. Capes stood beside Miss Stanley, who was beaming unnaturally, and Mr. “Hello, Gwen!” said Ann Veronica, trying to put every one at their ease. Already the seed of a tender dream was stirring.
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