’ ‘No, no, go and fetch the men to the house. ’ ‘I do not think so,’ Melusine agreed, still puzzled. As Spurlock called her name, she paused and turned. Ann Veronica found herself in a little stirring crowd of excited women, whispering and tittering and speaking in undertones. Hadn’t the stomach to admit the truth, had he? I’ll lay any money he labelled you with some foul French name as well. Her shoulders began to ache. ’ A sudden clatter of booted feet sounded in the hall beyond. 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.
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