His frame was wasted, and slightly bent; his eyes were hollow, his complexion haggard, and his beard, which had remained unshorn during his hasty journey, was perfectly white. ‘Though he didn’t mean it. . The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. . Observe it—a blue-serge coat. " And muttering some remarks, which we do not care to repeat, reflecting upon the consistency of the sex, he was preparing once more to depart, when Mrs.
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