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. The man in me would like to break every bone in your body, but the physician understands that you don't actually realize what you have done. I'll tell you what. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. They were so good to me.
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