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” Miss Stanley reflected as Ann Veronica went toward the house. 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. As Spurlock called her name, she paused and turned. “My friend,” she said, “no! Let me tell you this. The real ‘Alcide’,” she wound up with a faint smile across the table at him, “is here. In fact, the whole face had undergone a transformation. His eyes flashed as he turned towards her. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. " "I'm afraid I don't understand. I can’t but feel it’s an undesirable complication to drag in the Charvills at this point. She had never let off a pistol in her life. In the retrospect she was amazed to think how things had gone to pieces, for at the outset she had been quite prepared to go home again upon terms. The Magdalene.
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