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I'll keep it for your sake. His hair had begun to gray, his belly had just begun to round. But perhaps I had better get a room in an hotel to-night and look round. “Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse. 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.
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