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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. " "I thought as much," sneered Mrs. Sheppard. She was noisy and hilarious and enthusiastic, and her hair was always abominably done. Ann Veronica sat down in the other arm-chair and darned badly for a minute or so. "You don't recollect me, I presume?" premised the stranger, taking a seat. Then, there shall be laid upon your body as much iron, or stone as you can bear, and more.
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