He was still flashily dressed, with much obvious jewellery and the shiniest of patent boots, but his general bearing and appearance had altered for the worse. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt. ‘Dear me. He stopped before her suddenly. “Thank God,” he exclaimed. I'd have got something nice.
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