Well, it's scarcely credible. ‘Bête!’ Gerald caught her hand as she pulled it back to deliver another blow. In one of these seats, at the end of the aisle farthest removed from the chancel, the widow took her place, and addressed herself fervently to her devotions. “Annabel,” she said, “I have never asked you for your confidence. She’s as stubborn as the proverbial mule, and—’ with a sigh that felt wrenched out of him ‘—utterly captivating. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. There was no need of sowing suspicion when he wasn't really certain there were grounds for it.
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