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"Do you not know me, father?" said the young man, advancing towards him, and warmly grasping his hand. The general propositions of Socialism, for example, struck her as admirable, but she certainly did not extend her admiration to any of its exponents. The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but hopeless attachment, almost overcame him. It numbered nine, and four of these were women students. 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.
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