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. Shortly afterwards,—it seemed an age to the anxious mother,—Mr. Her first orders were to summon the rest of her servants to make immediate preparations for her departure for Lancashire. You will go out at once, if you please. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. “You must leave me your address if you please,” he said, as she rose to go. His statement was treated with derision. All right really. What a buzz of admiration ran round the court as he appeared! And, how handsome and composed he looked! Everybody wondered that such a stripling could commit such desperate robberies.
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