I asked him why, and he hadn’t a reason. 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. . "You must take it to Sir Rowland Trenchard's in Southampton Fields. “To tell you the truth, it has seemed just lately as though we were becoming in some measure estranged. Her concluding paragraph was, on the whole, perhaps, hardly starchy enough. ’” “What did he say?” “What does any one say to an invitation to dinner point-blank? One tries to collect one’s wits. I feel a mixture of beast and uncle.
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