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He started toward the dog with the idea of ejecting him, but Ruth intervened. 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. He made it impossible not to respond, his arms tightening deliciously around hers. That is so awful.
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